The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaime
The traitor.
I wanted to text her, to say something, but my brain felt useless. Good morning felt too casual and ordinary, so the next eight minutes, I kept thinking, scrolling, typing, and deleting words until finally, I whispered;
‘Screw it.’ And texted, Running late this morning, Hazel eyes. Don’t get lost before I get there.’
For what felt like forever, I just stared at the message, contemplating not sending it. What if she thinks I’m weird for texting her first? Or ever? It is still past six in the morning….maybe if I send a text, I’d seem too eager?
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