The Good Wife Quit

In the seventh year of my marriage to Adrian Sandford, his ex, Celine Wheeler, came back.

She posted: [We were young, reckless. We missed our shot. This time, I'm fighting for love.]

That night, Adrian sat on the balcony, cigarette burning between his fingers, staring out till sunrise.

My phone wouldn't stop buzzing either.

Their friend group—everyone who saw them grow up—flooded the chat. Regret for them. Relief, too.

They forgot I was still in there.

Adrian had no clue how many times I replayed the years I chased him.

Seven years.

I'm tired.