Dumped ,Because His Her Is Back
Three years of marriage, and it all ends with two words. Sign it.
He didn’t even look up when he said it. Just slid the papers across the table like I was another business deal to close. We weren’t supposed to fall in love it started as a contract, something practical, something safe. But feelings have a way of growing where they shouldn’t.
For a while, I thought he cared. The quiet moments, the small things he remembered my favorite song, how I take my tea, the way I hate the rain. I thought they meant something. Turns out, they did. Just not for me.
Every gesture, every soft word, was borrowed from a memory. From her. The woman who had him first. The one who left. The one who’s now back.
So I signed. I smiled. I walked away. Not because I wanted to but because I had to.
He doesn’t chase me. Not yet. But I can feel it the weight of everything unsaid still hanging in the air between us. Maybe he’ll realize what he’s lost. Maybe he won’t. Either way, this time, I’m not waiting around to find out.