Chasing His Betrayed Ex-wife
issa
ity washed over me, yet no matter how hard I tr
as he took a step back, and for the first t
lled back neatly, but the scar that traced from
lying motionless on the ground invaded my t
is man seemed certain that I was someone he recognized a
orced from his wife, and I couldn't understand why he w
senger seat, still dressed in my wedding gown and makeup. I felt a swirl
rifted off in my thoughts, utterly exhausted, because the next thing I knew
let me go, still believing I was his wife. Before long, we were
ry time he reached out, I instinctively recoiled,
but my mind was foggy, and I struggled to recall why. I noticed
orrowful gaze piercing through me. I stared bac
an't you grasp that?" I retorted sharply, notici
lize it," he insisted, stepping out of t
a scoff and walked into
am not your wi..." My words trail
that picture, or a woman who looked exactly like me. She was in a beautiful wedding dress,
es as the weight of the moment overwhelmed me. Th
rt of my life I
ming to be my husband? Deep do
knew about, or maybe he was
ed absurd. I had grown up with my parents, and just a
him away. Gathering my strength, I stood up to confront him. He looked at me with an expectati
showed me was altered to deceiv
o be a part of it," I declared, watching as he smirked a
play some kind of game with you, Clarissa? You are my wife, just as you have always been, and nothing will ever change that," he murmured slowly
a strange familiarity, as if I had seen him in my dreams. Yet h
o keep me here just because of who you believ
me. For now, go to bed," he replied, leaning towards me, i looked away from him