A N T O N I A P O V
"Hey," I greeted him in a soft tone.
He looked different in a good way. The golden watch that my father gave him was still on his wrist. His hair was in a new style, making him look sexier than ever. He had grown a little facial hair but not that much. He heard a dark blue suit that went well with his tie. He was wearing the tie that I had him wear before our marriage — the gift I gave him. I was surprised to see that he still has it. Why though? When he didn't love me anymore? Could he be wearing the tie to show that he still loves me?
No, that cannot be. He chose her over me, which indicates that he doesn't love me anymore.
Or did he ever love me before?
"Hey. How are you?" He asked, looking at me.
"I am good. you?" I replied, fixing my green hijab that keeps s
