“Hey sweetie” he said handing me the flowers.For a moment, I couldn’t even move. I just stood there staring at him like my brain had forgotten how to function. The flowers smelled too sweet, almost choking me. His smile was soft, practiced, the kind that used to melt me once upon a time. But now it only made my stomach twist.“Elliot,” I finally said, my voice small, almost unsure.He looked so proud of himself standing there with the bouquet like some man in a movie. I wanted to say something cold, something that would keep him from trying again, but I couldn’t. There were too many eyes around, students walking by, a few teachers chatting close to the hallway.“You look beautiful as always,” he said, his eyes roaming my face before settling on my lips. “I’ve missed you.”I swallowed hard. My throat was dry, and my palms were already starting to sweat. “What are you doing here?”“I came to see you,” he said easily, like it was normal. “Can’t a husband visit his wife?”That word, wife
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