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omething sacred. It was a watch. A rare one. Grayson once told me about it when we were still

ed money. I even skipped buying new shoes last month just so I could afford it.

just maybe... he would look at me the way he used to. Mayb

d. My hair was soft around my shoulders, and I wore the perfume he once said remi

d to see me. "Mrs. Ward," she said politely, standing. "Mr. Ward is in a meeting right now." "That's alright," I said, holding the box tightly. "I'll wait." I sat down in the wait

allway. His door was halfway open. I thought maybe his meeting was over. I just wanted to knock, to surprise him with something nice. But then... I stopped. I heard laughter. Not just any lau

touched me like that. He barely even looked at me. And now... I knew why. He wasn't busy. He wasn't tired. He wasn't lost in work. He was here. With her. Like she was his wife. I stepped back, but my heel scraped the floor. The noise caught their attention. Sasha turned her head, and her eyes lit up-not in surprise. But in amusement. "Oh," she said sweetly. "The wife." Grayson stood up fast. "Vivian?" I couldn't speak. I just looked at him, holding the gift like it was my own heart inside that box. "I came to see you," I finally whispered. "I brought you something." His eyes

I was ruining his evening. Like I was the problem. "You promised to love me," I whispered. "That was

ttle money I had. Because I remembered what you liked. I remembered everything." He did not even look at it. My voice broke. "I waited for you eve

was in tears now, my body shaking from the inside. "I don't want to fight anymore,"

steady. "Don't talk. Don't lie. Don't tell me to relax. You d

erything that was in me. And you killed that love, li

pered: "I'm leaving you. I won't wait to be loved anymore. I de

ed to be so proud of. I walked barefoot to my car. My heels now hurt too much. My heart was hurting too much already. I got into the driver's seat and cried unt