The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Stella sat in silence, unsure of what to say.

Once upon a time, there was always something she couldn't wait to share with him. Now, all that remained was a heavy, awkward silence between them.

Without Rachel, they didn't even have arguments anymore.

Haynes didn't seem to notice her quietness. He spoke up, "Star, you've changed a lot.

I used to think that as long as we had a child between us, if I swallowed my pride and tried to make things right, we could go back to how things were.

I even tried using Keen, hoping it would soften your heart. But Keen told me that you're happier now than you ever were before.

I didn't get it back then. Isn't having your mom around supposed to be the best, happiest thing for a child?

But looking at it now, I'm not even as perceptive as a five-year-old."

He caught a glimmer in Stella's eyes, something he hadn't seen in years.

It reminded him of when they first got married her eyes had sparkled then, too.

He hadn't married her just for the child. He genuinely thought she'd make a good wife. He didn't dislike her; if anything, he'd felt a certain fondness. After all, no one would nearly break ties with their own mother just to marry someone they hated. But somewhere along the way, that light in her eyes had faded.

couldn't even remember when it

her, letting her fade into the background. She'd grown more and more withdrawn, her smile appearing less and

slowly withering, losing its color and life

someone is like tending a flower; however you care for it, that's what it

believe that loving someone meant passion—a wild, reckless kind of love that could make

who says love has to be fireworks? Maybe

divorce, I've done a lot of

to stay married just because

you were a good

was because I

finish,

tall, sharply dressed

bet

you some breakfast," he announced, but his voice trailed off as his eyes landed

half-smile,

look the least bit apologetic, nor did he make

pulled her hand away, meeting Joshua's gaze with the flush of

you're intruding, then why don't you