Semua Bab Craving My Ex-Wife : Bab 1 - Bab 5

I woke on the floor with the photograph still in my hand.For a few seconds, I did not remember where I was. The ceiling above me was plain and unfamiliar, a flat stretch of white paint with a thin crack near the light fixture, and the room around me smelled of dust, fresh paint, and cardboard boxes. There were no heavy curtains. No polished antique furniture. No staff moving quietly beyond the door. No cold east wing waiting to remind me that I had lived for three years in a house that never once felt like mine.Then I felt the stiffness in my neck, the ache in my back, the paper pressed against my palm, and everything returned.The divorce.The legal office.Bryan’s voice.Lily will need the space.I sat up slowly, still dressed in the plain grey dress I had worn to sign away my marriage. My shoes lay near the door where I must have kicked them off sometime after midnight. The apartment was silent but it was not the same silence as the Kingsley estate. This silence did not watch me.

At eleven that night, I sat in Dr. Reeves’ office with a pregnancy test wrapped in tissue inside my handbag and a silence in my chest that felt too large for my body.The room was warmer than most medical offices, with soft yellow lamps, framed botanical prints and a small kettle set on a side table beside two untouched cups. Someone had tried very hard to make the place feel less frightening and that effort somehow frightened me more because it meant there was something worth softening.Dr. Reeves sat across from me, his grey hair neatly combed back, his glasses resting low on his nose, his hands folded over a file that already had my name printed on it. He was in his sixties, with kind eyes and a careful mouth, the kind of man who paused before speaking because he understood that words could become lifelong memories when delivered in the wrong tone.When I came in, he had run some tests for me immediately and now, it was clear that it was time for revelations. “Mrs. Kingsley,” he b