Love me again, Dear Ex wife!
“If we do this, there’s no going back.”
“I know.”
He took my hand, his fingers trembling. “Then don’t let go.”
The fire surged behind us, as if feeding on our words. The air grew thick, shimmering with energy. I could feel Helen’s rage twisting inside both of us, clawing, burning.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythm of his heartbeat, on the warmth of his skin, on every moment that had made us real.
And then, in the quiet before the storm broke again, I whispered, “You’ll always be mine, Damien.”
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