Chloe, My Only Regret

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especially after I hid that letter fro

m use my mug, sit in my chair, their perfume a constan

tmare so vivid, so terrifyingly real, it felt like a premonition: a future where

ded a divorce, expecting a fight, only for him to agre

ed into a bar and saw him, playing the devote

y blinding him to my innocence, confirming his deep-sea

, dragging me into a private room, his rage-filled kiss a violation,

ushed him away, screaming for him to go to Sarah, desperate

take less, he simply shredded it, then later, I watched,

ything, only for me to find him drunk, unhurt, and suddenly, bewilderingly, in tears, confessing his en

reveal the truth, only for him to casually dismiss it, claiming he never l

sh misunderstanding brought us crashing together, five years of wasted pride melti