“How I loved you…” my husband says in a hoarse whisper. A few moments ago he strode over, took my chin in his hand, and left on my lips that same familiar, dear kiss—one I’d already forgotten.
We divorced a year ago, but I still find it hard to say the word “ex.”
“Good,” I whisper back, not stepping away right away.
“Good, my beloved,” he nods, smirking. The endearment is mockery.
“They say you became a mom very recently? It’s a pity I didn’t understand in time what trash I was married to… So that’s that, “beloved.” Keep thinking that. Because about our marriage after your cheating, I have the exact same thoughts.”
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