Chasing His Ex-Wife Back

e between us, a tangible reminder of the

ounting them like seconds ticking down to some inevitable conclusion. Each ding echoes with memories I'd rather forget. Damion stands behind

, and my palms are clammy with sweat. My heart races, my bo

re I can regain my footing, strong arms wrap around me, steadying me against the hard line of his chest. H

mfortably close. His tone is firm, almost commanding, bu

so long slips just a little, and I see something there-something real. Concern. Regr

ning as I step out of his hold, putting as much

the one I gave him for our anniversary. Why would he wear it today? The thought stirs a thousand

rigid, his stride purposeful. He doesn't look back. The moment stretches painfully as I watch hi

lls over me, sharp and sudden. Panic flares as I press the emergency stop button and rush out at the next floor, barely

nds, and for a moment, I don't recognize the woman staring back at me. Her wide eyes

the last time I had my period. A shiver runs down my spine-not fr

rayers-could it really be happening now? My hands tremble as I rinse my mouth and splash water

uncertainty in my mind. I force myself to smile and nod in all the right places, my answers mechanical, automatic, wh

My legs move on autopilot, carrying me to the nearest pharmacy. The shelves blur as I scan for what I need, my

n't return it. My mind is too occupied wit

t feels like a countdown, the anticipation almost suffocating. My chest rises and falls with shallow b

Clear. Un

to a rush of emotions I can't contain. Tears spill over, this time not out of pain, but disbelief a

lt is the same-positive. A laugh bubbles up in my chest, part disbelief, part

fter everything

f this newfound hope. For the first time in what feels like forever, I s

e a storm on the horizon. Damion. How will he react? Should I even tell

aia's triumphant smirk-flickers through my mind, thr

ne. No one can take it from me. Not Damion, not Kaia, not

on. Whether he deserves to k