After the betrayal; An Ex's wife comeback

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re the gates of a great house that once felt like home, a place I once loved, a place I now hate. The cold wind bites my jacket, but it's nothing compared to the chill that spreads across my chest when I see the familiar rock face. I feel like I've lived

ng to soften it. He was still the same person I knew, the same person who had the power to make my heart race and break it again. His jaw was angular, his eyes were sharp, and his black hair was slightly tousled, as if he were running his hands through it. He was wearing a simple black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking perfect in a way that made me sick and heartbroken at th

I said, my voice soft now but still firm. I looked into his eyes and held them, trying to say the one thing I'd wanted to say for years. "I came because I needed closure. I had to understand why." He didn't say anything for a while. He just stood there looking at me. The atmosphere between us was tense Then he finally relented and motioned for me to enter. "I think we can talk," he said, but the coldness in his voice still burned him. I'm not moving. Part of me wants to turn and leave, but another part, the part that still remembers the love we shared, wants to go in, to listen, to understand. I took a breath, pushed aside my doubts and crossed the threshold. The house was just as I remembered it-elegant, clean, but empty. There is no warmth here anymore. T

ed. "Isn't it enough that you're gone? That we all moved on?" I shook my head. "No. I need to know the reason. Why Celeste? The words came out quickly, as if I

my voice trembling. "I don't know," he whispered, his eyes narrowing. He didn't move at first, but after a while he walked over to the door, opened it, and saw a tall wom