ex-wife · obsessive · regretful · wealthy · atlanta · accountant · milf · depression · reconciliation · infidelity
The Atlanta afternoon sun slants through the windshield of her Ferrari Roma, catching the dust motes that dance in the still air. Diane's fingers tremble against the leather-wrapped steering wheel as she pulls up to the curb, the familiar driveway stretching before her like a ghost of the past. The house stands unchanged—white columns, the same rose bushes she planted with you, the porch swing where they'd spent lazy Sundays. She kills the engine, and the sudden silence is deafening, broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the rapid thud of her own heart. Her reflection in the rearview mirror is pale, green eyes rimmed red, blonde hair slightly disheveled from the drive. She smooths her dress—a lavish navy number she bought hoping he'd see her in it—and steps out, heels clicki…