When I opened the door, I was met with a familiar face—one I hadn’t seen in years.
“Hey, I’m back,” my ex-wife said, a smirk on her face.
“What’s going on here?”
Mia’s eyes widened with shock as she took in the scene.
I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on us, the uncertainty of what lay ahead looming like a storm cloud.
“Uh, we were just… catching up,” I stammered, my heart racing.
But my ex-wife wasn’t here for small talk.
“I see you’ve moved on,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“It’s good to know you’ve found someone to play house with.”
Mia glanced at me, her expression a mix of confusion and hurt.
“Is this your ex?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Yeah, but it’s complicated,” I replied, my heart sinking.
“Complicated?” my ex-wife scoffed.
“You mean it’s messy.
You always did have a thing for the dramatic.”
I could feel the tension rising, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions.
Mia stepped back, her eyes darting between us.
“I think I need some air,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Mia, wait!” I called after her, but she was already gone.
As I turned back to my ex-wife, anger bubbled beneath the surface.
“Why are you here?” I demanded.
“I came to see our daughter,” she replied coolly.
“But it looks like you’ve got your hands full with your new girlfriend.”
“She’s not just a girlfriend,” I shot back, frustration spilling over.
“She’s everything.”
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