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Hollyweird: Zander Anoa'i model ex wife #TiffanyJameson was spotted out for the first time since the divorce. The model appeared to be in good spirits as she was spotted out on a date in Malibu last night but things seemed to fall apart as she seemingly broke down in tears.
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Hearing that Tiffany had begun the process of moving on made me smile because she deserves to find someone that will appreciate her. Being with her was so easy that I felt nothing as I engaged in sexual activity with multiple women and talked down to her like she meant nothing.
"Hey Zander."
My face softens as I take in my ex wife's appearance, "Tiffany."
"Hi." She pulls a series of faces to stop herself from breaking down in tears. "This is so weird."
"Yeah." I awkwardly scratch the back of my head. "It's a weird one."
"How are you doi-"
"What are you doing here?" I cut her off before she can begin to ramble to my face. "Why are you standing outside my door?"
"I wanted to see you." Tiffany confesses and I sigh deeply while looking into her tired eyes. "I heard that you moved on and I guess I wanted to see if that was really true."
"Tiff." I rub the side of my face. "We got a divorce."
"That doesn't mean that I feel nothing for you." She mumbles. "Once upon a time, you were my everything then you threw me to the side as if I meant nothing to you."
"I let you go because I wanted you to be happy." I snap at her. "I have not contacted you since I wrote you that fucking letter and now you're at my doorstep at six in the fucking morning. You're starting to act obsessed at this point and I'm far from impressed with this little act."
"Forgive me for acting on my emotions." She spits. "Forgive me for wanting closure so I can close the chapter to this fucking, emotionally draining book."
"The divorce was your closure." I go to shut my door but she barges inside and I let out a deep sigh as I refrain from putting my hands on her. "What the hell do you want?"
"To be happy." Tiffany throws her head back as a whimper leaves her lips. "For me to feel like myself without thinking of you. The past seven years were spent at your side that I don't even know who I am anymore."
"A playboy model."
She purses her lips at me, "I hosted one event for them."
"I'm the reason why you gave up modelling for them so why don't you retrace your steps?" I throw my arms up in the air. "Go back to modelling nude for money and attention, see where that takes you."
