He Drove Me Away, Now He's Hunting Me Down

Liam stared at the divorce papers, the crisp sheets feeling like brittle ice in his hand. He scrolled through the endless, venomous messages from Ava on his phone, each one a fresh wave of nausea. He pictured Maya reading these, alone, for weeks. Enduring this vile campaign of psychological torture while he remained blissfully, stupidly oblivious.