AFTER MY EX-WIFE
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without her made me feel like I was living in someone else's skin, a stranger in my own life. With Alessia gone, I basically went through the motions, praying for
en I informed her about Ales
x" she had remarked later, leaving
oy of Alessia 's return, I can't escape
told me to carry on. "You'll grow to love her," he guaranteed. "Camilla will be good for you." I never did. Even now, as I stand on the
been three days since my departure. I was with Alessia , of course, enjoy
tudy abroad, believing that a lady like her needed more than simply marriage to rea
ved she didn't care enough to fight for us. That agony was what pushed me to alc
there was
her, but I also couldn't love her. How c
thout him, there's nothing connecting me to this life with Camilla except Alessia's absen
eway is
e yet. Good. This must occur face to f
n apartment, away from the fake that was our marriage. I headed upstairs, she must be in the master bedroom. She persisted on remaining there, even when I went to the guest room, she stayed ther
thing but silence. The bed was mad
om. Still nothing. My heart quickens-why does the emptiness of the h
voice cutting through th
whether she touched it since I left it three days ago. I gaze at
g my life with Alessia, that I never paused to think
other wasn't there - maybe not in her own case. Camilla never complained-not explicitly. But I saw the grief in her eyes, felt the tension every time we crossed pa
hat day ha
orce papers, a little letter dropped out, dropping on the floor. I b
be easy for her-if it were, maybe she never cared, after all. Maybe she understood, deep d
w, worry, and possibly even regret. Three years. She tried for three years, expecting that I would come around. And now I'm standing here, with precisely what I thought I wanted:
aining my jaw. I cannot afford to feel gu
e deserved more than what I provided her. But, as I mo
verything, I could have stolen something from her that I'll never be able to restore.
Werewolf
Romance
Romance
Werewolf
Romance
Romance