My Ex-wife, My Destination
y's
ner, Eva, is a sweetheart. She is a lady around my mother's age and treats me like her daughter. Although her husband and daughter died in a car accident, I
tan. She helped me a lot during my pregna
job, then Eva, and then received the good news that I was car
ready to face my d
keeping all my problems aside, Eva's sweet voice catches my
heesecake on my table, I pass her a warm smile. She
les my hair as I inhale the fragran
ising me. How does she always know when something is botherin
something I strongly dislike, and I've never confided in anyone about how he
onder how Hope will manage without me. She has grown accustomed to staying with me."
his is th
er because my mouth is get
he states, causing my eyes to wide
I don't wan
is like a granddaughter to me. I would love to take care of her in your absence." She tries to co
ghter, you can install CCTV cameras in the cafe and monitor her ever
r, and I feel relieved knowing that Hope wil
lump form in my throat. "I don't know
have to say anything, dear. We're fami
them after the divorce, blaming me, she supported me without asking anything. She truly is my famil
a tight embrace, a contented smile gracing my face
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's P
eart pounds in my chest as my
What is she doi
has been five agonizing years since our paths last crossed,
in writing. I still remember how much she liked to pen down her thoughts. My heart aches with guilt as I recall how once I burned
that I can't take my eyes off her. Her habit of licking her dry lips to w
for her since the first day of our marriage, but I always ran away from them because of my fucking hatred without uncovering the
? Why did I beco
longing. I wish I could change the past and never treat her so harshly. She didn't des
y lost in my thoughts about her. I am so absorbed in
midway when the realisation hits me hard. I can't confront her. Staying
r how much I change myself, I can never give my
with her. My heart desires this badly, but I can't let it happen. When I'm still not rea
*
stand what kind of strong connection I have with he
about her. The picture of her sitting at the cafe isn't leaving my mind. After seeing her today aft
s across my face, and for a few seconds, I forget about everything. Sh
lls out, sprint
evel and embrace her.
she speaks. "Hope m
oduce you to Hope's best mommy," she states
t I'm sure she won't be as adorable
o. She is adorable, lik
meet her. I also want to see what is so special about
squeals as she s
I suddenly freeze in pl
s D
er is Daisy
k!
e that Hope i
ars of joy. The thought brings peace to
he has blue eyes like mine, and her fa
nnected with her and why she reminded me of Daisy
de hair like Daisy, blue eyes and thin lips like mine. Maybe the fac