DIVORCED: MY EX-HUSBAND WANTS ME BACK

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eyes scanning for the perfect gift for my

ye, a smile spread across my face. The sh

with?” she questioned; pleased on her

, pl

me wrap it

tie over to h

t help but remember how we’d first met. It was in a hosp

curious to know the cause of his accidents I’d started working in his house as his caregiver

like a good guy to me at that time and truthful

ur marriage was by name only so this tie I was getting him for our

attendant said handin

her hand; I say with

quick text to Ryan; “I’ll be at

ply but I was giddy as I cou

ced the disposable bag at the back

e radio, I wondered if today would be a go

tered under my breath but was still highly conflicted, “But what if my con

ck for one more day. You are married to him, Ciara.

ook off the last surge of tension that coursed through my veins as I packed my c

n, I walked in; my eyes searching frantically

n written all over his face. He was claded in a brow

man in front of me and didn’t sna

hed up to meet me, “Why didn’t you let me kn

shyly, “I

table where he signaled for t

?” I asked Ryan when

g hot coffee af

hat I liked and what I didn’t like despite us being i

ind’ or being a ‘nice’ guy, maybe it was just me

ady to keep to myself until Ryan was

in unison as I couldn’t help but blush at

rought out a brown envelope from wit

?” I question

ging smile, “Don’t be nerv

that whatever was inside this bro

or Ryan. Today, I thought. I was going to

n that Ryan felt the same way as me and that conclus

more as I saw a paper in

brought out the paper that was buried in

t the information from the piece o

at Ryan who wore a smug or was it? I couldn

ere had it all gone wrong? We were happy, he respected me and so d

hat it says in

was as if I didn’t want to believe what the pa

for whatever we still have left; st

tered those words I so desperately