No Longer A Fool For You
Tummy my husband chose his first love over memy marriage makes me feel dead insidean apology from my husband after marrying another womanafter divorce, i became the ex-husband's true love
Foam collected at the corners of her lips as she mumbled to herself,
“Seven minutes left. Seven minutes.”
Her reflection in the mirror looked half-panicked, half-exhausted. Still, she slapped moisturizer across her face, patted it in with shaky fingers, and applied a small amount of serum and sunscreen. Her skincare steps were mechanical, automatic — muscle memory working faster than thought.
When she finally turned off the bathroom light and stepped back into the room, her hair damp and shoulders glistening slightly, the wall clock caught her eye.
7 minutes, gone.
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