The Wife He Tried to Forget
No matter how hard I tried to move on, the ache stayed.
I laughed to myself, remembering the line from Taylor Swift’s Lover—my favorite song.
This time, Travis was holding my phone, recording me instead. I sang along, my voice wavering but full of hope.
I hit a high note (well, as high as I could), and we both laughed.
He scratched his eyebrows and forehead, smiling as he handed the camera back to his face.
“Oh, f*ck!” he muttered before laughing again.
Spending time with Travis revealed sides of him I hadn’t expected. I used to think he was just grumpy all the time, but he had this goofy, sweet streak buried under all that sarcasm.
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