MY OBSSESSED EX-HUSBAND

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Cyn

His voice-a tremor of regret, so alien to me now-washed over me, and I stood frozen, my mind whirling. He was still the man I had loved once, but that pe

finally muttered, the words com

, his head still bowed as if waiting for some kind of absolution that I couldn't give. The tears that lingered in the corners of his eyes only added to the w

ible to focus. I wanted to shout at him, to demand he leave, but someth

the vulnerability I saw in him. "I know I don't deserve your forgi

ice was sharper than I expected, laced with a bitterness I hadn't realized I

. "But I was lost, Cynthia. The money, the fame-it consumed me. I couldn't see what was right in front o

fe I thought I could have with him. My hands trembled at my sides, the ache in my chest spreading like wildfire. I

ight of everything I wanted to say but couldn't. "I can't forgi

pain, which only made it worse. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something

whispered, and the sound of those words, so

know how to stop it. He was asking for the impossible. And the worst pa

forcing myself to step away from him, away from all the memories that had haunted

r a moment, I saw the man I had once known-broken, regretful, but still the man I had loved. But that love wa

I'm sorry, Cynthia. I can't undo what I did to you, but I'll s

ighting the lump in my

gainst the metal. I couldn't stay here, not with him.

d desperate. "Cynthia, please," he said, his voice breaking. "Don't walk away

ing. "You don't get to ask for a chance. You t

s-the knowledge that he had lost me, perhaps fore

the words felt empty. They didn't hold th

me with a finality that made my heart ache. I leaned against the door fo

rned to find Anthony standing there, his expression unreada

way, trying to regain some semblanc

me further. Instead, he simply stepped forw

lone," he said softly, his v

ve it. Let myself believe that maybe