Divorce ME Look Who Wants Me Back Now

Hailey heard his car at midnight. 

She stood at the window of their bedroom, her slik robe pulled tight. Downstairs, Floyd's car slid into the circular drive, headlights flashed across the lawn before dying into darkness.

It was the fourth night this week. And she'd stopped pretending she wasn't counting.

The front door clicked opened. She had his footsteps click the marble floor. He would remove his watch. Place his keys in the jade dish her mother had given them. These were routines she knew by heart.

When he appeared in the doorway, his face wore an unreadable expression.

"Why are you still awake, Hailey?" He asked, he called her by her name, not 'darling'. 

"I was waiting for you." She replied. "Meeting ran late again?" 

"Yeah," he didn't even look at her. "The merger's taking longer than expected, you know how it is." 

She did know. She'd known for five years, since the day they'd signed papers that turned a business arrangement into a marriage. But somehow along the way, she'd mistaken his careful routines for something real, something close to love.

"I can have Chef warm something for you," she offered.

"I ate already." His tone was cold and dismissive.

This was another first. He used to wait, no matter how late, insisting they shared at least one meal a day. It was one of his rules, part of the his rules that made their marriage feel almost real.

He moved past her and headed towards the bathroom, and she caught the faintest trace of his perfume. It was expensive, vanilla, not the the one she brought for him.

She told herself it was nothing, she tried not to overthink it.

The changes came slowly, like the winter creeping into autumn. So gradual she barely noticed, until the cold had finally settled into her bones.

He stopped reminding her about her pills. For years, he'd left the small white pill beside her morning coffee, he didn't like her feeling dizzy and sick,it was his silent way of caring. Now the bottle sat untouched in the cabinet, she had to set her own reminders.

The meals changed too. The chef severed dishes she'd never ask for. Overly sweet desserts, tuna she'd mentioned disliking once, as it made her sick. And when she asked about it, the chef said.

"Mr. Langford revised the weekly menu himself, Ma'am. I assumed you had changed your preferences." 

But she hadn't. And when she mentioned it to Floyd, he'd apologized but the distraction in his eyes made his apology feel hollow.

"I've been overwhelmed," he said. "Work has been… complicated."

She wanted to believe him. Their contract was ending in six months, maybe that weighed on him. They'd agreed to revisit their arrangement after 3 years. Extend it, or walk away. She'd hope they'd extend it, the relationship between them felt more like a real marriage than an agreement.

But lately, when she caught him watching her, there was something heavy in his gaze. Not love. Like he was measuring the weight of a choice he'd already made.

The rumors started at her sister-in-law's garden party.

Hailey had never really enjoyed these gatherings, they were too much champagne, fake smiles. But it was only right for her to attend, she had to play her role.

She was near the rose garden when the two women at the next table began gossiping.

"Kimberley Blackwood back in the city." The first lady spoke. 

"The violinist?" The second lady asked "Didn't she marry that conductor?"

"She divorced him." The lady replied, lowering her tone. "Came home last month. Very quietly." 

The name floated past Hailey, she drank her wine and would have forgotten about it if not for her sister-in-law.

Tiana cornered her near the dessert table, her smile sharp as cut crystal.

"You look tired, Hailey." She said with a practiced smile.

"I'm fine." Hailey said returning the fake smile.

"Are you?" Tiana tilted her head, faking sympathy. "I suppose it must be exhausting, you know playing house with someone who's never really seen you." 

Hailey set down her plate. "I don't know what you mean."

"Don't you?" Tiana leaned closer. "All those little... habits he does. The pills reminders. The way he orders your meals. You think those are for you?"

Something cold went down Hailey's spine.

" He learned all of that from her," Tiana continued. "From Kimberley. You see she had stomach issues. Needed pills every morning. Couldn't eat certain foods." She paused, letting the words sink in. "He took care of her completely that even after she left, he couldn't stop. Isn't that tragic?"

"That's not..."

"Then ask Chef," Tiana said lightly. "Or the house manager. They've been with him longer than you have. They remember what she liked. What she needed." Her smile widened. "And they'll tell you the truth, that everything you thought was yours was just borrowed from a woman who broke his heart."

Hailey's breath froze. 

"I'm sorry," Tiana said, not sounding sorry at all. "I thought you knew."

Hailey decided to go to Chef the next morning, asking casual questions about old menus, past preferences. 

"Oh, the medication routine? Mr. Langford started that years ago. Before you, ma'am. His… well, his previous partner had the same health issues."

"And the food restrictions?" Hailey asked casually.

"Same reason. She couldn't tolerate certain ingredients. He was very particular about it."

Hailey's hands trembled. "And now?"

The chef looked confused. "Now, ma'am?"

"Does he… does he even care what I eat?"

A long pause. "To be honest, ma'am, Mr. Langford has never been particular about food. He eats whatever is served. I've always taken direction from… well, from whoever needed accommodation."

The floor seemed to tilt beneath her.

Every gesture. Every kindness. Every routine she'd believed was theirs had been built for someone else. She was living in the structure of another woman's love story, a ghost haunting her own marriage.

That night, she watched him move through their home, automatic, precise, a man following scripts written long ago. And when he looked at her, she finally understood the heaviness in his eyes.

He wasn't seeing her at all.

He was remembering someone else.

And in that moment, Hailey understood: everything she thought she'd built had been a beautiful lie. A fake life, tender and meticulous and never, ever hers.

The contract would end in six months.

But her marriage, she realized, had ended long before she'd ever signed.