Chasing His Ex-Wife Back

the evening exodus as employees file out for the day. The silence stretches,

mion's office feels heavier than the last, my nerves tangling into knots. I shouldn't be here, s

ing long, fractured shadows across the polished floor. I reach th

ore me freeze

meone who has practiced the gesture countless times. Their faces are inches apart, and the easy familiarity between th

they both look up-Kaia's expression smug, Damion's startled. For a moment, something flickers

Isabelle," he says, his tone clipped. "W

fter hours, darling. You should've known to lock the

buckle beneath me. "I need to talk to you," I say, my voice steady despi

xaggerated annoyance. "If this isn't the perfect example of bad

ia saunters out, throwing me a mocking glance as she closes the door behin

the two of us. The silence thicken

desk, his expression cold. "Make it quick, Isa

u something important," I begin. The excitement and hope that had carried

with an energy that's neither relief nor joy. His expression remains

ongue like it's poison. "Is this your latest schem

s snuffed out in an instant. "What? No-this isn'

s will change everything? That I'll suddenly forget the past year, the failures, and take you back? You're s

ak. "You think I'd lie about something like this?" My voice trembles with disbeli

You expect me to believe that after everything, you show up here, uninvited, wi

s isn't a game to me," I whisper, the tremor in my voice betraying the pain tightening around my chest.

is, Isabelle. If you did, you wouldn't be here trying to manipulate me with tale

take a shaky step back. "I shouldn't have come," I murmur, more to myself than

inside breaks, and before I can say anything else, I push the door open and step out into the hall. The co

le playing on her lips. "Didn't go as planned, did

d out the front doors of the building, each step faster than

p moving, the rain turning into a torrential downpour that soaks me within moments.

breath as sobs wrack my body. The weight of the moment crushes me, the realization that

ugh me like a lightning strike. I pull it out with trembling hand

detached, but the words that follo

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