DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK
My love for Austin was a steady flame, flickering but persistent, my heart thudding with the need to reach him, my chest aching with the resolve to fight for us, my jaw unclenching as I stepped toward him, my voice steady despite the storm in my heart.
“Austin,” I said, my tone soft but firm, my eyes searching his, my heart pounding with the vulnerability of my plea, my throat tightening with the weight of my words.
“Lucas is in our past—I swear it. He’s not between us anymore. I miss you, Austin—I miss us. Can we please get back to how things were, before all this?”
My chest heaved, my hands trembling at my sides, my heart racing with the hope that he’d hear me, that he’d see my effort.
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