Ex-husband's Regret: Revenge So Sweet

nder'

mind a foggy mess of

her face, as she claims to

chi

sounds like a b

of us kissing, maybe a little m

ds on my temples.

teadying my voice. As I try to break the tensi

s, letting tears roll her cheeks, looking t

n through her eyes-maybe mischi

o deny your child ev

self almost look like

r as she lets her sit on the couch and demands

e. There's definitely nothing wrong with Cyn

le to figure

"Can't you see what you're making Cynthia go through," she

y voice steady. "This is my life. Let me

" She

e up when she demands for s

ander, I'm most certainly involved," she re

this child the right to a com

eling the familiar ti

she looks, when she demands c

er way with me. It's my li

told you

cisions have got you,"

but no-you insisted on making your own decisions. And now? Now yo

refuse to let it show. I wasn't

ght a wave of anger and something

ority, "you'll listen to me. You're going to have to marry C

om

rl of her lip, "Cynthia is far better th

in my ears. It's not just her words-it's the way she says t

? I divorced her. I shou

time she talks about her like that? Why do

self, my heart racing. Don't forget Is

h dee

ing at my mother wi

frustration that I can't seem to

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ry of everything comes f

ad her way with anything. Once she sets her min

couch in my room,

ne buzzes, jolting me

ins, my b

ness trip to Belgium. Seeing his call c

dy my voice. "Hey, Collins." I sa

't sound like yourself," he asks

ot," I reply, not really wantin

So Let's meet up , same place?" He suggests knowin

ds nice, se

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ring my mother and Cynthia who sat in the li

and if it weren't, I'd have buried myself in work, using it as

back. I say, trying to feel

om the chaos that

Isabel, the only woman I ever truly

I be tied to a woman I don't love, someon

er me as I drive, the world ar

t control of the car, barely managing to sl

stare at the tree inches away, the r

e is r

n I despise, condemned to a loveles