Chasing His Ex-Wife Back

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says, his voice cutting through the

r warm glow, guests mingling, and a symphony playing softly in the background. But none of that matters

forcing a smile, hoping for even

, the words sharp,

ad creeps up my spine. Has he bought another mansion in my name? Damion can be full of surprises. But as I sl

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I look up at him, searching for some sign that this is a cruel

nsaction. "Yes, Isabelle. This farce has gone on long enough. It's time

d by the ringing in my ears. "You're ending our marriage because

nk I haven't seen it? The way you cling to me, desperate, pretending we still have something worth fighti

"Damion, how can you say that? I love you! I've stood by you through everything, through the pressure, throu

love isn't enough. It never has been. I need a partner who streng

m now. My hands shake as I reach for him, my fingers grazing the fabric of his suit. "Please, Damion

and the space between us feels like an endless chasm. "I'm done talking. I'

h humiliation and disbelief. "A l

and I force the sob threatening to escape back into my throat. B

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mmering as she weaves through the crowd with practiced elegance. She's holding a glas

e envelope in my trembling hands, her green eyes dancing with triumph. "Damion told me he w

"Kaia, what is this

Because he invited me," she says simply. "You see, I've been helping D

aia presses a kiss to his jaw, her smile growing as the room begins to sti

d enough for the nearby guests to hear. "

crowd, to the faces watching this unfold like some grotesque drama. I

, my voice trembling

this perfect little life, didn't you? But Damion and I... we

a denial, an explanation-anything. B

ing. The weight of their betrayal, the stares of the crowd-it's too much. My knees t

I whisper, the question han