I Crave For My Ex-Wife's Love
I understand; I've earned her distrust.
"I mean it, Roslyn," I say softly, my voice filled with conviction. "I'll make things right between us."
Roslyn's expression remains skeptical, her eyes flashing with lingering resentment. She doesn't respond, her silence speaking volumes.
I don't pressure her to forgive me or acknowledge my words. Instead, I simply hold her hand, offering a gentle squeeze. It's a small gesture, but I hope it conveys my commitment to rebuilding our relationship.
Lylah approached Roslyn with an innocent-looking tray, a steaming cup of tea perched precariously on its edge. Her smile seemed sugary sweet, but Roslyn detected a malicious glint in her eye.
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