Chasing His Ex-Wife Back

h the empty halls like the final note of a funeral march. The wei

he bed, the one I hadn't touched since our honeymoon. How ironi

nights, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air like an uninvited m

her possessive arm around Damion's waist, the way he didn't even flinch when she kissed him in fro

g the fabric of my dress, now wrinkled and co

lay in my mind, like ghostly e

her husband

ugh all this trouble for him,

lanning tonight, hoping it would bring us closer, remind Damion of the li

lf to move. Each item I pack feels like

at something only we would find funny. I pause, staring at the photo. His eyes are softer there, full of a warmth I ca

y the sound of my shaky breaths. The walls seem to

type a message, my

e ar

e empty room. He's not coming after me. I know where he is. He's with Kaia, the woman who used to be my confidante,

new. Damion's coldness, the late nights at the office, the way he turned away whenever I tried to

t one escapes. If I start crying now, I won't sto

t the necklace he bought me for our third anniversary. It was supposed to symbolize eternity. How foolish I was

e way he brushed off my attempts at affection, his clippe

re's no need to

Cedric's comments, how his father's voice

, Damion. What is you

frustration. "Enough, Isabelle. I don't need you

event, the looks that burned into my back when people thought I couldn't see. I was the barren wife, the

lf-expecting to hear his footsteps, to see Damion standing in the doorway with regre

he house I once called home, with its memories of laughter and quiet mornings. I pause by the

mi

But I'm walking away because clinging to what's left would destroy me more th

od

t time. The silence wraps around me like a shroud, and I

d jars me, breaking through the haze. I pull it out, blinking at the scr

s worsening. We need you