Walking inside, I leave Blake to spill his secrets into the dew drops falling from the petals left for our Gracie.
Love is not a weakness. It lends its strength. First came love, then came war, and when the dust settles, how it began is how it ends.
I whisper the words like a prayer, like a curse, repeatedly.
The open file stares back at me from the bed. A formal request. He wants the bar my half. No plea deals. No negotiations.
Just signatures and silence.
He wants a divorce.
He’s done.
Just… done.
No calls. No texts. No explanations. No fight.
Just the void.
My gaze drops to the phone clutched in my trembling hand.
His face.
His profile.
A dating app notification glowing against the dark.
My match.
My husband.
My Blake.
The ache cracks open inside me. A tidal wave of grief, humiliation, disbelief.
Tears trail silently down my cheeks as I stare into the screen like it’s the weapon that killed me.
There he is, smiling, bold, blinding, free. His tagline pierces like a knife laced in seduction:
“I could be your place to fall and find obsession inside blue eyes and long nights.”
I’m speechless.
We built a life together. A history made from years, flesh, memories and now, all of it? Eroded. I don’t know what was real anymore.
Everything has an aftertaste of betrayal.
I don’t think. I don’t breathe. I just type.
If he won’t talk to me, hiswife, maybe he’ll talk to someone else.
Someone new.
Someone fake.
I become her in a heartbeat. Pandora. A lie. A mask. A reflection of everything this world has taught me about survival.
“Hello there. Obsession works both ways. Maybe you’ll find it inside the green of mine…”
