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GwenThe lawyer’s office smelled like fresh coffee and old papers. I sat across from my lawyer, still feeling like this was a luciddream of some sorts. And that I would be rudely woken up to realise that soon. But there was only clarity and awareness and a sense of realness. This was real life. e.He flipped through the documents I had brought in, his expression professional but pleased. After a few minutes, he looked up and gave me a rare smile.“Everything checks out, Gwen. The signatures are authentic, the terms are clear, and there are no hidden clauses. This is legitimate. I’ll file everything today.”A huge wave of relief washed over me. I let out a shaky breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.“So… it’s really happening?”He nodded. “Congratulations. You’re finally getting your divorce. We’ll keep everything lowkey as agreed. There will be no press or public statements.”I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling like I could breathe properly for the first time in over a year. “Th

GwenAnger hit me like a wave.It filled my head with thoughts of violence and honestly, I wanted to plow her through with blows and punches, making one or two teeth go missing. It was rising so fast I couldn’t hold it back. My hands shook as I stared at the girl who had just called me a slut in front of everyone.I took one step closer, refusing to shrink.“You don’t know me,” I said, voice loud enough for the growing crowd to hear. “You don’t know a single thing about my life, but you’re so quick to call me names in the hallway like it makes you better than me.”The girl blinked, clearly not expecting me to fight back. A few phones were already pointed in our direction.“You have no idea what I’ve been through,” I continued, my voice steady even though my heart was racing. “You see one headline, one blurry video, and suddenly you think you know everything. That’s not brave. That’s pathetic. You’re just jumping on the easiest target because it makes you feel important for five second

GwenThese guys were buffons. The goons that were kept to watch over me were sloppy in their work, leaving me unchecked and going on to laugh loudly at their stupidly lame jokes about women. When they were not doing that, they were playing cards or smoking what smelled like hard drugs. My limbs were now numb and unfeeling from being tied in the same position for hours. At some point, in the middle of all the mess, sleep had graciously granted me reprieve. And in that short time I had been able to think. When I woke up, I was shocked to find them sleeping like children who had been told bedtime stories by their guardians. If I wasn’t in a terribly dangerous situation, I would have taken my time to laugh at the incredulity of the moment. I was asleep, my own kidnappers too slept.I stayed silent, mind thinking faster than ever. This was my chance to leave this place. They hadn’t searched me thoroughly. My small pepper spray keychain was still clipped inside my jacket pocket. And my p

Gwen The next morning dawned with an odd surreality. I made it to school, and then through most of my gloomy day in a kind of chilly fog. I couldn’t get warm enough, despite wearing a hoodie over my shirt and a scarf that didn’t match either one. It took me a few minutes longer to process requests than it should have, and I couldn’t shake a feeling of dread. Alex made no contact with me whatsoever. Nothing on my smartphone or e-mail after my confession to him last night. Nothing in my e-mail inbox. The silence was excruciating. Especially when the day’s Google alert hit my inbox and I saw the photos and phone videos of me and he and I on our dates. Seeing how we looked together, the passion and need, the painful longing on our faces, and the gratefulness of reconciliation. A bittersweet feeling tingled in my bdlly. Pain twisted in my chest. Why couldn't things just work out for us? Why did our love have so many trials?I struggled to pull myself together. Alex was meeting with th

GwenHe came exactly as he'd promised. But something in the way he stood at my door told me before he said a single word that this wasn't the reunion I'd been hoping for."Alex." I stepped back to let him in, my hand instinctively drifting to my stomach before I caught myself and pulled it away. "I've been waiting all day. I have something–""Gwen." His voice was quiet. Careful. Distance. Empty.It sounded like whatever he was going to say next had been properly rehearsed until the words lost meaning and became an empty shell of emotions. "Can we sit down?"The knot in my stomach tightened. I sat anyway, because some foolish, hopeful part of me still thought if I just gave him room to breathe, this would turn into something else."I'm sorry I didn't pick up your calls," he started, hands clasped between his widened knees, refusing to look up. "The board meeting was… it doesn't matter. I should have called you back. That was wrong of me.""Okay." My voice came out smaller than I wanted