My EX-HUSBAND

As the darkness enveloped me like a shroud, a lone beacon of light in the distance beckoned to me, a promise of respite amid the encroaching night. With a surge of determination, I quickened my pace, each step fueled by the dwindling reserves of strength that I clung to desperately.

Finally, I reached the welcoming glow of the house, my heart pounding with relief and exhaustion. I rapped urgently on the door, the sound echoing through the stillness of the night until it swung open to reveal a middle-aged woman peering out at me with curiosity and concern.

"Good day, ma'am. I need your help," I managed to gasp out, my voice strained from the exertion of the long and arduous journey. The words spilled forth in a rush, a plea for aid from a weary traveler who had stumbled upon a rare sanctuary in the darkness.

With a weary sigh, I relayed my tale of misfortune—the broken-down car, the dead phone, the endless stretch of desolate road that had led me to her doorstep. exhaustion hung heavy