The Aftermaths: Regrets

Louisa:

I could never believe, even in a million years, I'll sleep with my ex husband. It sounded improbable, made me sick in the guts. But here I was, sweaty, swollen breasts and a throbbing sensation in my legs.

I squinted painfully when my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't look at myself just yet.

I sat in the darkness, my back against the cold wall as I hugged my knees to my chest. The city outside my window was alive and buzzing, but I felt numb, disconnected from the world. Alex was asleep soundly, after everything we did.

"How did I end up here?" I whispered to myself, the words barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing.

I thought back to the divorce, the messy and painful end to a marriage that had once been full of promise. I had sworn to myself that I would never go back to him, that I would never again subject myself to his cruelty and indifference.

And yet...here I was. I had slept with my ex-husband, had willingly gone back to him despi