Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 116

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The silence that followed Daniel’s departure was almost deafening. I sank into my chair, feeling the tension slowly seeping from my body, leaving me empty but strangely light. My heart beat in an uneven rhythm as I stared at the door he’d walked out of. I’d told him everything…all the things I’d kept hidden, the truth that had eaten away at me for so long. And now that he was gone, I didn’t know what to feel.

Relief washed over me, mixed with a faint pang of loss. I’d known, deep down, that telling him the truth would break us apart. But I had to do it, even if it felt like ripping a bandage off wound that had barely started to heal. I couldn’t keep lying, not to him and not to myself.

A bitter smile crept onto my face as I remembered the way he’d looked at me. Hurt, betrayed, but almost… understanding. It was the look of someone who knew this was the end, even if he didn’t want it to be. His jaw had been clenched, eyes dark and piercing, and he’d just nodded, taking in my words one by one. I could still hear his voice, low and pained, echoing in my mind.

“I thought maybe I could change your mind. That I could be someone you’d want.” he had said, his voice strained. “You’re choosing him over me?”

I’d looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. Because I was sorry. I never wanted it to end like that.

He’d taken a shaky breath, his hands balling into fists.

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“I’ve tried, Christiana. I’ve tried to be there for you. I thought if I was patient, if I gave you time… But you’ve never seen me as more than a friend, have you?”

His words had struck deep, and I had felt the familiar sting of guilt, but I had forced myself to stand firm. I had owed him, that much, to be honest, even if it shattered us both.

I drew in a deep breath now, trying to steady myself. It was over. I’d let him go, told him the truth, and in a way, I felt… free. Like I’d been carrying a weight on my shoulders, and now, it was lifted, leaving me raw and exposed, but also unburdened.

jaw, trying to mask the pain that was so evident in

part, felt like it had finally been set free. I didn’t have to pretend anymore, didn’t have to keep up a charade that only seemed to suffocate us both. In telling him

to the empty space in front of

down my cheek, but I didn’t wipe it away. Let it fall. Let it be part of this release, this closing

a strange kind of peace. Painful, yes. But real. And maybe that was what had been searching for all

to the life we once shared. I could already hear the whispers, feel the judgment in the looks

he was, standing in the middle of the

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his voice barely more than a whisper, like he couldn’t believe I’d actually

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familiar,

a moment, I let myself get lost in it, feeling his heartbeat against

wouldn’t come back. That you would

up at him, searching his face, seeing the vulnerability hidden beneath his usual confidence. “I’m

lips. Slowly, he leaned down, and I felt his lips brush against mine, tentative, as if asking for permission. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. The kiss deepened, gentle at first, then growing more urgent, as

resting on my waist. “I missed you,” he whispered, his voice so raw it nearly

in those words, and it stirred something deep inside me. Without thinking, I lifted a hand to his face, brushing my fingers along his jawline. “Let’s not talk, I whispered, and he nodded, his eyes