I signed the divorce papers with steady hands. Not because I was okay… but because I was tired of begging to be chosen.He didn’t stop me. Didn’t ask why.Didn’t even look at me when I broke in front of him for the last time. So I left quietly, carrying everything he pretended not to see.I thought walking away would destroy me. Instead, it gave me back myself.Now I hear he regrets it.Now I hear my name still lingers in the spaces I left behind.Funny.Because the woman he let go is no longer the one who would have stayed.But what happens when the man who broke you… Suddenly decides he can’t live without you?