Dear Ex, Try Again When you are Rich

him without a word like always. But the sound of it echo

el

o attend to. Just me, and the silence that comes with freedom, even if it is temporary. I glance around the living room, a pla

oesn't care about me; he hasn't in a long time. Our marriage is nothing but an empty shell, built on o

of it. I de

, living by somebody else's rul

f his eyes, the way they looked at me with that mix of longing and familiarity. Th

t know. He

ds and text Elvis: "I want to see

instantaneous: "Meet me

Today, I don't want to be her anymore. I wear a dress I haven't worn in years, one that clings to my body, accentuating curves I've long hidden under layers of lifeless cl

e for hours, long enough for me to see El

he back of my head whisp

ed to want more. I'm

rt skips a second. I can't doub

at the park, leanin

pproach. Yet beneath his eyes lies something more

aking. It's pathetic how his na

we simply sit in silence. It's comfortable, yet

" he says, glancing down at

at the firmness in my voice. "I'm

etween us that doesn't require words. He had always possessed an uncanny sense

st. vanished. One day we were planning our future

ation. I owe it to Elvis, the truth, but it's hard to say it out loud. "I didn't have a choice," I confess. "My fami

hands fist. "So you gav

oice cracks, and the vulnerabilit

there, the betrayal, but there's something else too. Hope. "And now?" he

look at him, and my heart aches. There is just something still be

words. "I just don't know what I am doing anymore. All I

electric, sending a jolt of something dangerous and thrilling through me. "You don't have to

weight of his words s

oft at first, tentative like we're both testing the waters of something we know we shouldn't be doi

the moment with him. I can't deny, I have missed him so much. The way he

e against his lips, my voic

are leaving my lips, I

ren't you tired of pretending? Aren'

thing I've kept hidden for so long. I'm tir

ew hours kissing and

e lost in one moment that

dick into me and I had the sex I have been w

*

hat reality slams down hard on what I

rough my veins. "I have to go," I say frantical

re of concern and frustration. "Rachel, you don't ha

I say, my voice tight with

ace. "Then leave him," he says simply l

simple. I pull away, shakin

ed with desperation. "When will you

se I am not sure if he wou

et me call

walk away, his gaze h

eel so relieved. I knew so well that I co

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