When Love's Fireworks Fade
Language: en
While taking a quiet walk around our residential neighborhood, I ran straight into my ex-husband, Tristan. For a second, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. No one knew better than I did how much Tristan detested this town, and how much he despised this exact neighborhood. I stopped in my tracks, offering a polite but distant greeting. "Are you back to visit your grandmother's grave?" He stood there, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his eyes locked onto mine without so much as a blink. "I bought a house here. I stay here whenever I'm in town on business." A wave of disgust…