LOGINIn the seventh year of my marriage to Adrian Sandford, his ex, Celine Wheeler, came back. She posted: [We were young, reckless. We missed our shot. This time, I'm fighting for love.] That night, Adrian sat on the balcony, cigarette burning between his fingers, staring out till sunrise. My phone wouldn't stop buzzing either. Their friend group—everyone who saw them grow up—flooded the chat. Regret for them. Relief, too. They forgot I was still in there. Adrian had no clue how many times I replayed the years I chased him. Seven years. I'm tired.
View MoreAdrian was wrecked—fractures, internal bleeding. He stayed in the ICU a full week before he stabilized.Celine got hurt too, but nothing serious. Mostly shock—and the legal mess waiting for her.Intentional assault was enough to ruin her.During that time, I moved back into Adrian's place.Not as Mrs. Sandford. Just... a caretaker.His parents were too old to handle it.His staff could run the business, but they couldn't take care of him.I handled everything—hospital stuff, police, the company.I stayed by his bed, machines beeping around him. Watched him drift in and out, push through the pain, fight through rehab.When he woke and saw me, something flickered in his eyes.He started relying on me. When he was awake, his eyes tracked me everywhere. He spoke carefully.He flinched at the nurses, pulled back fast—only letting me near.Like, even broken like this, he was clumsily trying to hold on to something.Sometimes he'd look at me, eyes heavy with regret, and rasp, "Em
I thought I'd made everything clear.I was wrong.I underestimated Celine—and overestimated Adrian's ability to deal with the past.While I was lining up a lawyer and getting ready to file, Celine asked to meet.I didn't want to go. But her voice sounded wrecked. She said she had things to tell me about Adrian—things she needed to say to finally let go.I hesitated. Again and again.In the end, I went.Maybe I needed a real ending too.We met at a quiet café.Celine looked worn down. The glow was gone—just resentment left.She skipped the small talk. "Emily, I know I lost. Adrian... he chose you."I stayed quiet.My calm got under her skin. Her voice jumped. "But I don't get it! How am I worse than you? We had years together. That means nothing just because you showed up? Do you know he came to see me yesterday? He asked what you like! He wanted tips on winning you back! What a joke!"Something stung—but not for Adrian. For the way she still couldn't let go.And for that
After that breakdown, I got sick.The fever kept spiking. I drifted in and out.Adrian stopped going to work. He stayed home, called a doctor, brought me water and meds—quiet, stubborn, playing the part of a husband.I didn't speak to him.Every time we locked eyes, there was nothing left. Just cold distance. Final.When I finally got out of bed, I set the divorce papers on his desk."Sign it, Adrian. I listed the assets. I'm only taking what's mine. Not a cent more. Think of these seven years as a lesson I paid for."My voice came out rough, but steady.He stared at the papers, his face darkening. His hand came up like he was about to rip them."You can tear it," I said, calm. "I'll print another copy. If you won't sign, I'll file. Once it hits court, it won't look good."His hand froze midair. He looked at me like he didn't recognize me.Guess he never thought the girl who used to follow him would push him away this clean."Emily, we—""There's nothing left to say."I t
After that night, things between Adrian and me went ice-cold.More like—I cut him off completely.He still left early, came back late. Sometimes he tried to talk. I didn't. I did what I had to, stayed quiet, then shut myself in the guest room.His clothes carried perfume—sometimes light, sometimes overwhelming.I didn't care anymore.Zane showed up a few more times. Each visit, he sounded more on edge."Emily, are you messing with me? Adrian and Celine are basically a done deal. Why haven't you made a move? That college kid hit you up again? Don't make me get him kicked out. Just give me a date. When are you filing for divorce?"I looked at him—tense, possessive—and almost laughed.I didn't play along. "If you're so capable, tell Celine to try harder. Make Adrian come to me and ask for the divorce. Otherwise, don't bring it up."I was done letting them push me around.***Things shifted on a weekend morning.I got up early to clean the guest room, planning to pack some stuf
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