His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back)
I need a new angle, something that will pull him back in, make him see me as the only one who matters.
I spin toward Lila, letting the fury show like a mask. “This is all happening because of you! Because you exist in my life!” My voice is loud, sharp, a performance crafted to wound. I step forward as if pushed by feeling, then fake a stumble — a clumsy, dramatic slip that looks honest to anyone watching. I drop to the floor with a well-timed groan, clutching my side as if the world has just split under me.