DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK
My throat eased as I helped Olivia inside, my eyes burning with the weight of her fear, my stomach settling with the resolve to create a moment of calm.
Inside, my mother Victoria and Carter were in the living room, their faces tense but their hearts warm with concern.
Lily and Noah played nearby, their laughter a fragile anchor. My pulse quickened, my throat burning as I gathered them, my eyes stinging with an idea.
“Let’s have a family night,” I said, my voice firm, my heart fierce with hope.
“Dinner, a movie, just us—something relaxing.”
My mother’s eyes softened, her heart open with approval.
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