Kiss Of A Fallen Star
Maybe.
From the morning, he had tried apologizing in his own way. Flowers left on the table. Little notes scribbled with “sorry.” Even a letter, where he wrote that he didn’t want a divorce, that he had nullified the prenup his mother had forced me to sign, and that he wanted a second chance. He even sent proof that the prenup was void. It was… unexpected. Almost cute, in its clumsy sincerity.
Luckily, before the silence grew unbearable, we managed a small conversation. Riva started crying, and Ryan helped me feed her. It was awkward, yet strangely meaningful. For a moment, it felt like we were parents together, not strangers bound by paper and circumstance.
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