Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left
I followed behind him, carrying the beautiful-covered book, afraid that if I let go, it might disappear.
We stood in line, and the library felt busier than it had that morning. The sound of footsteps, hushed voices, and the scent of old paper warmed my heart.
“Buying that book?” Liam asked, looking at the cover.
I nodded. “I’m afraid I’ll forget the details of the image or suddenly lose inspiration. So it’s better to take it home.”
Liam hummed softly, the tone of his agreement clear.
When it was finally our turn, I handed the book to the clerk. She scanned it efficiently and smiled politely.
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