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75: A Slow Way to Die

Author: Khadijah Bunza
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-03 23:20:42

|| Abbie ||

We drove in heavy silence, the city lights blurring into long, liquid streaks of neon against the glass.

Jack glanced at me, his grip steady on the wheel.

“Do you want to go home, Abbie?”

How did he know that home was the last place I wanted to be? Home was where the walls felt like they were shrinking, where every shadow looked like Cale, and where the silence only echoed his cold goodbye.

He was already so deep under Flora’s charm that I felt powerless to pull him out. I knew her patterns. I remembered how Kash had used her to infiltrate a rival cartel. She had been the honey trap that allowed Kash to assassinate their leader, effectively handing the entire territory to our father on a silver platter. That move had secured Kash's place as the heir apparent—the monster who was supposed to take the throne if I hadn't ended him first. I had cut his reign short before it even truly began.

A woman like her doesn't make mistakes; she makes moves. And I was paralyzed by the tr
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  • His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife   82: Unexpected Fire

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  • His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife   81: Written on His Heart

    || Abbie ||Cale was still in the shower. I was grateful he’d let me go first, but even though I’d used scalding hot water to bathe, the Icelandic chill still felt like it was seeping into my bones. I didn’t think I could survive in this city; I was only holding on to the hope that we wouldn’t stay the full week.He walked out of the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the water droplets as they slid through his damp, silky hair, plastered against his forehead and down the hard planes of his tattooed arms. He looked like a vision of heat in this frozen room, sending a phantom warmth through me that made my skin prickle. But when my gaze reached his chest, my heart felt like it had been violently ripped from my ribs.Right there, directly over his heart, was my name.Abbie.I knew he had my name on his inner thigh—a secret, intimate mark—but this was new. Bold. Permanent. Had he done this right after our breakup?“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, reaching for

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  • His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife   78: I Was Just… Done

    || Abbie ||Jack walked over to me as I lay on the couch, lifeless and hollowed out. I had been there in the dark ever since I stormed out of the company, staring at the ceiling as the hours bled together. I felt like a ghost haunting my own apartment; my heart had become a heavy, cold weight that made even breathing feel like a chore.“Your door was open,” he said softly.“I left it open for you… when you called and said you were coming,” I replied. Even to my own ears, my voice sounded thin and fragile. It was the first time I had moved or spoken in hours; I hadn’t even had the strength to get up for a glass of water or use the bathroom.I was just… done.“Do you need anything? Abbie, are you alright?” he asked, his brow furrowed with genuine concern.“I’ll be fine,” I said, forcing myself to sit up. The room tilted for a second. “It’s just that my relationship with Cale keeps getting worse. It’s like a poison that won’t leave my system. And Flora… I don’t know if she’ll ever stop u

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