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ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY
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Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO
They kept walking until the path narrowed, the air shifting into something cooler. Diana heard it before she saw it, a low rushing sound growing louder with every step. The guide announced something about a “rest stop ahead,” but she wasn’t listening. Her pulse was still fluttering from Mikhail’s words, from the way his fingers had brushed her ear, from the wildflowers still woven softly into her hair.The trees parted and the waterfall revealed itself.It wasn’t large, not the kind that roared with force, but a tall silver sheet spilling into a crystal pool. Mist hung over the surface like a soft veil. Sunlight filtered through leaves and turned the droplets into tiny prisms. It looked untouched, peaceful, hidden from the rest of the loud and complicated world.The group scattered, some taking pictures, some heading toward the stones at the edge of the water. Diana stood still, letting the scene pull her in. She breathed in the scent of water and moss, the coolness licking over her s
Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ONE
The forest was quiet in that unsettling way nature sometimes chose. Peaceful, but carrying the kind of silence that made your skin prickle. Diana hiked along the narrow trail with the rest of the group, following the path that curved between tall pines and scattered ferns. Sunlight filtered through the branches, leaving moving patches of gold that danced across the ground. Her boots crunched on gravel and dried needles. She kept her eyes forward, steady, but something flickered at the edge of her vision.She froze.It was just behind a thick cluster of trees. A dark shape. Wide. Low. Moving or maybe still. She could not tell. Her breath hitched and she took a step back, her fingers curling around the strap of her backpack. Her mind ran through the frightful images she had seen online of hikers being chased, dragged, mauled. Bears were fast. Bears were terrifying. Bears did not care if you were a good person or a mother or someone who did not deserve to be torn apart.She blinked hard.
Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY
The sun had just begun to stretch across the camp, brushing the trees with gold and softening the edges of the wooden tables. Diana and Mikhail walked toward the breakfast area, the smell of eggs, bacon, and brewed coffee mixing with the crisp morning air. The group was already there, chatting, laughter spilling out in low tones that reminded Diana of something she’d heard once and couldn’t place.They chose a corner, away from the main cluster, where the morning light touched the table just enough to warm their shoulders. Mikhail’s hand brushed hers as he pulled out the chair. The gesture was small, quiet, but it made her heart tick in a rhythm she was only just learning.Diana slid into the seat beside him, folding her hands on her lap, feeling the residual heat of his fingers against hers. He didn’t speak, only angled his body slightly toward her, protective, attentive, a shadow that pressed against the edges of the sunlight.She tried to focus on the food: eggs, toast, fruit—simpl
Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY NINE
He followed anyway.Even when she walked faster. Even when she refused to look at him. Even when the air between them felt too tight to breathe.Her footsteps were small and quick on the forest floor, little crunches of dry leaves under her sandals. The morning was barely awake, the sky still washed in soft gray, the camp quiet except for the distant rumble of generators and the low hum of voices from the cottage. She kept her hands curled into fists. She kept her gaze forward.But he still followed.He didn’t say a word, and somehow that made it worse. His presence was heavy behind her, steady and unshakeable, like a shadow that knew her pulse better than she did.She reached the wooden steps of the cottage and climbed them quickly, fingers trembling as she pushed the door open. Warm orange lights spilled into the hall, mixing with the cold air that followed her inside. She hoped he’d stop at the doorway. She hoped he would give her space. She hoped he would understand.He didn’t.He
Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT
DIANA’S POVThe night feels heavier than it should. The sky outside has gone quiet and the campers have scattered into their tents or back to the cottage to gossip or drink or pretend they are not bored. Inside her tent, Diana lies curled under the thin blanket, the scent of the forest clinging to the fabric. Her eyes drift closed and open and close again, dancing on that thin line between exhaustion and sleep. She can still feel the warmth of the fire on her skin. She can still feel the lingering tension in her chest from everything Mikhail said earlier, everything he did not say, everything that sits between them like a second heartbeat.She is just about to slip into sleep when the zipper of her tent shifts.It is slow at first, a faint scrape of metal against metal. Her eyes pull open. The flap lifts. A tall shadow fills the frame, blocking whatever moonlight tried to enter.For half a breath, her heart jumps.Then the figure steps inside and she sees him.Mikhail.He has that fam
Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN
The fire cracked softly under the twilight, sending a thin trail of sparks up into the air before they wandered into the dark. People murmured around them, some laughing, some drinking from silver thermoses. It was supposed to feel warm. Safe. A tiny haven in the middle of the woods with expensive chairs and curated wilderness.But Diana sat very still, staring into the fire as if it were swallowing something she could not name. Her shoulders were rigid. Too rigid. Her fingers dug faintly into the fabric of her pants.Mikhail saw everything. He did not say anything at first. He only shifted closer, slow and deliberate, letting his thigh brush hers so gently that she could have pulled away if she wanted to.She did not.The fire popped. A sharp crack.She jumped.He turned his head immediately. “Diana.”She blinked quickly and looked at her hands. “Sorry. I am fine. Just… startled.”“You were not startled.” His voice was low. Quiet in that way he used only with her. “You were somewhere
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