The Ex-Wife He Can't Get Over
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trees and the house lights started
was
hallway, casual as ever.
ed ups
Lucas said quietly.
self the luxury of brushing my hair methodically at the dressing table-not beca
, the door ope
I caught his reflection in the mirror. He scanned
e of the bed, resting
im downstairs. I'd have poured his tea, laid out clean t
I did non
yed q
ired-but not in a way that made me feel sorry for him. Just in a way
t up and headed i
een minutes passed. Then the so
abbed a towel and dried his
e it today," he said, voi
him through
looking at me w
ike he was checking
dily through the mir
t a di
n fr
nds and stared at me like he w
ng," he said
oward him. "Do I lo
"Didn't you just say a few days ago that you wante
he connection?"
ly about? You're tired of being a rich
from the dr
e grateful," I said,
es with you in a heartbeat? You live in comfort, everything's taken care of, and
CEO's wife who has to ask her husband's secretary just to get on the phone with him. Or who has to explain he
me like I'd
ll have? You think you'll be happy? You think the world's going to r
aid, my voice steady. "
the closet. I grabbed a suit
nything else, he stepped in fr
didn't say anything right away. He just stood th
r of u
ence st
spoke-his voice low
t it?" he said. "You're mad b
hands still resti
admit it. You've always hated that she and I had som
"I didn't take anything
answer r
in his expre
t with sadness or frustration, but something raw, unfiltered. It was like watching a mask fall away. The
now was someone I
move, he surged for
kiss-it was
s mouth was rough, urgent, full of something he didn't want to say out loud. It was aggressive, like he wa
eath caught somewhere in
ered, eyes still locked
right now, I'm about to do som
he grabbed my face and
h pressed to mine with rough insistence, the kind that ignored resistan
d up my neck, fast an
t I didn't pull away
mped. For a second, the room
before I could think clearly. I wasn't sure what startled me more: th