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