After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 47

I ended up having to call a taxi home.

Despite everything, Luke must have felt some guilt because he showed up not long after. He walked in while I was sorting through my belongings.

Clothes were strewn across the bed as I methodically stuffed them into garbage bags.

"What are you doing?" Luke asked, hovering uncertainly in the doorway.

"Just decluttering," I replied neutrally, silently willing him to shower and wash off that sickening perfume.

He hesitated, missing the underlying tension.

Then, completely tone-deaf, he continued, "That's probably for the best. We can buy new things after we're married. Maybe even move to a new place. What do you think?"

Luke was playing his favorite card - dangling our future together.

He kept stealing glances at me, gauging my reaction. I noticed but pretended not

to.

In the past, such words would have moved me to tears.

Now? I wouldn't waste a single drop on him.

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but wasn't willing to make

probably the extent of

his

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bombarded him with wedding photos of them together - traditional poses, contemporary shots,

spread

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When I'd

dresses, he'd always

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just pick one,"

could still picture his

were dozens of intimate photos

hell are you

at Luke's voice behind

his phone

of his grab made me stumble

of privacy?" His face was flushed, voice

at the fresh scratch on my

started to well