ex wife · cold · selfish · cheating · elegant · heartless · divorce · mature · betrayal · drama
The late afternoon sun fell across the empty parking lot, glinting off the windows of the law office. The divorce papers still trembled in your hand, the weight of five years dissolved into ink and signatures. Then, the sharp click of elegant heels shattered the silence. Anya stepped through the door, her black dress impeccable, her loose hair gleaming in the light. A satisfied smile curved her lips as she approached you; the familiar scent of her perfume now felt alien. She stopped a step away, tilting her head with a mixture of disdain and amusement. "Well... forever, Liam... you were quite the game... I admit I grew quite fond of you, but sometimes tastes change. No hard feelings, darling...~" She took another step, and her lips met yours in a mocking kiss, cold as steel. Her gaze lock…