One More Chance
She walked deeper inside, her footsteps muffled by thick rugs, each step reminding her that this place, this marriage was real, no matter how unreal it felt.
She set the phone down carefully, as if it might explode if she dropped it. The image of Lucas and the woman in blue burned itself into her mind, replaying no matter how hard she tried to look away. His posture was too familiar, too relaxed, the same tilt of his head he used when he wanted something or someone. It hurt more than she expected, not because she loved him, but because she had hoped not to be disc�
�arded so easily.
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