Chasing His Divorced Wife

here, and in

s deal rather than ending our marriage. I watched his manicured finger tap each yellow

motion that matched the moment. Instead, I felt hollow, like someone

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t probably worth more than everything I owned. His jaw was tight with impatience, and he kept glancing at his watch.

oice came out stead

s heavy, probably some luxury brand that cost more than my first car. Everyt

be just Elara Bennett again. I'd hyphenated my name when we married

like this conversation bored him. "More than fair, considering the pre

o laugh, but the sound woul

econd page. My handwriting looked shaky ne

you find somewhere suitable. Take your time,

d never felt like home anyway. I'd spent so many nights wandering those em

fourth. The pen scratched across p

la

t, I thought I saw something in his dark eyes. Regret, maybe. Hesitation. But t

o know this i

ld stop it. It sounded sharp a

mien, we're married. We took vo

confused, like I'd said some

etter to end it cleanly than drag it out indefinitely." He paused, straig

ibing our marriage like

enerous, enough money to start over, to rebuild. More than I'd come into this marriage with. Damie

u ever

t meant to ask. What was the point? But some desperat

act he'd been pretending to read and met my eyes with th

rried

not an

his watch again. "Elara, I really do ne

m d

n't care about the money, the apartment, any of it. I just wanted out of this

rare nights when he came home late and drunk and lonely enough to remember he had a wife. Those nights when he'd make lov

signed everything. Satisfied, he stood and extended his

ble about this. I appreciate

hand had slipped a ring on my finger while he promised fo

without

ye, Da

feeling lighter. I was almost to the

one more

changed his mind. That he'd realized what he was throwing away.

our key card at the fron