My Ex-Husband's Regret
7:17 PM.
It was Saturday evening and Diego sat in bed, his laptop open in front of him, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his sullen face.
His expansive room was a serene oasis, cozy and intimate, the only sound the soft hum of the laptop and the distant murmur of the TV opposite his bed. The room was dimly-lit, the center chandelier and rays from the TV the only sources of light.
The plush, white duvet was rumpled beneath him, and a few pillows were scattered about, evidence of a restless night's sleep.
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