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    I felt a pang in my heart at her words, but I couldn’t give up. “I know I’ve made mistakes. But I


    apologized, didn’t I? Why won’t you juste back to me?”


    “Come back to you?” She chuckled. “Can you even hear yourself right now? Like, are you stupid, or


    what? Don’t you know the weight of those words of yours? Luke, I suggest you give up on this. Cause


    we’re never getting back together.”


    “You’re still my wife, Ariel. But please don’t give up on us. We can work through this together.”


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    “Us?” Sheughed again. “Please don’t say that. There is no us, and I’m your wife only in your


    imagination.”


    “We’re not divorced, remember?”


    “I do remember. But I can’te back to you. And I can’t even get close to you to give you some


    divorce papers. You just got to know that it’s over between the both of us. You can keep living in the


    past.”


    She wanted to enter her car, but I held her hand, telling her to hold on. But she quickly kneeled my


    balls, causing me to let go of her.


    “I hope you enjoyed that,” she stated bitterly. She had already made up her mind. Without saying


    another word, she got into her car and drove away, leaving me on the ground.


    Iy there, feeling lost and defeated. I had thought that by confessing my love for her, everything would


    magically fall back into ce. But no, it didn’t. The pain just became more intense and exhrating than


    ever.


    After some minutes, I leisurely got to my feet, feeling empty and alone. I did my best, but she wasn’t


    on this. ready to ept. I didn’t even know what to do again. But trust me, I wasn’t going to give up


    I sat outside my mansion, staring at the stars in the sky. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace and


    calmness wash over me. I always found sce in the night sky; it was like my own personal therapist.


    “Luke, what are you doing out here all alone?” My aunt Mariam’s voice Broke through my thoughts, and


    I turned to see her standing beside me.


    “I’m just enjoying the view,” I replied, not wanting to share my thoughts with her.


    She sat down next to me, her eyes scanning the stars as well. We sat in silence for a few minutes.


    before she spoke again.


    “Something is bothering you, isn’t it?” she asked, her tone gentle.


    I didn’t want to tell her; we had never been close. She was always the rude aunt, while I was the


    rebellious and careless nephew. Everything had never been ideal, and you were well aware of the state


    of my rtionship with this woman. But tonight, I felt a sudden urge to confide in someone.


    “It’s Ariel,” I finally admitted, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them.


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    “What about her?” Mariam asked


    I sighed, not knowing where in start–1 told there are eater and wow the rejected may pleas to return to


    me.


    “I don’t even know what to do right now,” I said, driving, my bed through my brake.


    Mariam ced aforting hand on my shoulder “Luke, don’t pre up on her the tories you”


    I gave her a surprised look, not expecting her to say these words, the bad nem been ungentore of our


    rtionship, always finding something to criticize. But what the heat?


    “But she refused to even listen to me,” I protested.


    “Give her time, Luke. She needs to process everything ande to terms with what happened. Par I


    have no doubt that she wille back to you, just remember, take, true love always finds a way.”


    I gaped at her. “Hold on a minute. Are you sure you’re a sleep talking! Because this is really weird and


    surprising.”


    Mariamughed. “I understand you, Luke, But sometimes, you don’t have to be crued.”


    “Oh, okay, I get it,” I said with a nod, setting my eyes on the sky.


    We didn’t say anything to each other again, but it was quite great to see that this woman had some


    sense today. It was actually a miracle,