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.

response seemed

I was angry but wasn't willing to make any real effort to fix

probably the extent of

showered, his

I picked

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

spread through

only reserved his impatience

When I'd

dresses, he'd always

try on s

the same, just pick one," he'd dismiss me with

picture his contemptuous

dozens of intimate

the hell are

Luke's voice behind

snatched his

his grab made me stumble backward

heard of privacy?" His face was

at the fresh scratch on my

had started to well