Chasing His Ex-Wife Back

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

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

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

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

g the fabric of my dress, now wrinkled and col

lay in my mind, like ghostly ec

w her husband

ough all this trouble for him

planning tonight, hoping it would bring us closer, remind Damion of the l

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 c

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

d type a message, m

e are

he 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 t

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

st 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 clipped

ere's no need to

t Cedric's comments, how his father's voic

l, Damion. What is yo

h frustration. "Enough, Isabelle. I don't need yo

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

alf-expecting to hear his footsteps, to see Damion standing in the doorway with regr

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

am

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

odb

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

nd jars me, breaking through the haze. I pull it out, blinking at the sc

is worsening. We need you