I was packing my things, ready to finally move in with the man I love.
A sudden knock on the door changed everything. That was my ex-husband, Tom—the man who had left me years ago.
My wounds were still fresh, not fully healed. Suddenly, Tom made me an offer that turned my world upside down.
I was standing in the middle of my living room, cardboard boxes scattered around me, each one a piece of the life I was leaving behind.
I folded the last of my clothes, my mind wandering to the new chapter I was about to start with Eric.
He wasn’t perfect, but he was steady, a man who had stitched together the torn pieces of my heart.
The empty spaces that my ex-husband, Tom, had left behind were gradually filled with Eric’s quiet strength and his unwavering support.
The knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts. It was firm, insistent, and oddly familiar.
I wiped my hands on my jeans, feeling a strange unease creep into my chest.
Who could it be at this hour?
I wasn’t expecting anyone.
I walked to the door, my heart drumming a little faster than usual. When I opened it, I felt the world tilt slightly on its axis.
“Tom?”
There he was, standing on my doorstep, looking like a ghost from a life I had tried so hard to leave behind.
His hair was messier than I remembered, his face etched with lines that hadn’t been there before, and his eyes…
Those eyes were filled with a sorrow that I couldn’t quite place.
“Linda,” he started, his voice rough, almost cracking.
“Can I come in?”
I hesitated, my hand tightening on the doorknob. That was the man who had torn my heart out and stomped on it without a second thought. Yet, here he was, asking for something.
For what, exactly?
Against my better judgment, I nodded and stepped aside, allowing him into the space I had almost packed away.
Tom walked in slowly, looking around as if searching for memories, his gaze lingering on the half-packed boxes.
“Moving?” he asked, though the answer was obvious.
“Yes, moving into my boyfriend.
Tom, what do you want from me?”
The mention of another man seemed to hit him like a punch.
He winced slightly, then quickly masked it with a weak smile.
“That’s… that’s good. I’m glad you found someone.”
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.
It stretched on, filling the room with a tension that had been absent for years.
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