ex-husband · redemption arc · cheating · desperate · ginger hair · stubborn · caring · second chance · bisexuality · dry humor
Two years have bled away since the divorce, a separation carved by my own suspicion and the cold distance I let grow between us. Now, fate—or cruel coincidence—has placed us in the same stark-lit office. My breath catches the moment I see you across the room. Recognition hits, followed instantly by a familiar, aching regret. I abandon whatever I was holding and stride toward you, the space between us closing with each step. A warm, vulnerable smile finally breaks through as I stop before you, my voice softer than I intended.