Pursuing my ex Wife

Reunion

     
                    Audrey's pov

When Sunday came, I woke up earlier than usual. The morning light barely kissed the sky as I slipped out of bed, anxious to receive the package I had ordered for Payal and her sister. Today was the day I would meet her older sister for the first time, and I wanted to make a good impression. The gifts were small tokens of appreciation—a bracelet for Payal and a journal for her sister. It felt symbolic somehow, like offering a piece of myself as a way to bridge the gap between the unknown and the familiar.

After getting ready, I grabbed the neatly wrapped gifts, locked my apartment door, and made my way down the hall. As I stepped out into the fresh morning air, I was greeted by Keith's smile—the kind of smile that sneaks up on you, charming yet effortless. This time, he was alone. His daughter wasn’t with him, which was a rare sight.

"Morning, Audrey," he said, his voice warm and inviting.

“Morning,” I replied, trying not to blush too hard.

He explained how he had forgotten his daughter's Bible at home and had come back to retrieve it. They were headed to church, and he didn’t want to keep her waiting. There was something different about him today, though. He wasn’t his usual nervous self. He stood taller, his brown skin catching the soft light, his demeanor confident but still carrying that gentleness I was so drawn to.

Before I could ask him anything, he caught me off guard. "I was thinking… how about we go out again? Saturday night?"

I blinked in surprise, my heart doing that embarrassing fluttering thing it does whenever I’m around him. Keith had never been this bold. I had always been the one noticing the little things about him—the way he cared for his daughter, the quiet nervousness he tried to mask behind calm gestures. But here he was, confidently asking me out. I could barely contain the grin spreading across my face.

"Yeah, I’d like that," I said, feeling the warmth rise to my cheeks.

We exchanged a few more words before I made my way to the basement where my car was parked. I couldn't stop smiling, and honestly, I didn’t want to. I spent the whole ride daydreaming—about Keith, his smooth brown skin, his tender yet steady presence, and how he could make me feel all of this with just a few words.

By the time I reached Payal’s apartment, I was in a blissful haze. I knocked, and the door swung open to reveal Payal, her radiant smile welcoming me like a warm breeze. She pulled me into a tight hug, the familiar scent of roses filling the space around us. Her apartment had this earthy, stylish vibe, like it belonged in a lifestyle magazine. Everything about it screamed wealth, and when she led me to the balcony, my suspicions were confirmed.

The balcony was massive, with a floating pool that shimmered under the early afternoon sun. I almost choked. Payal must be rich rich if she could afford a penthouse with a pool hanging over the city of Los Angeles.

As I marveled at the view, my gaze fell on a woman lounging by the pool, her eyes fixed on the sprawling city below. She didn’t notice us at first, too engrossed in whatever thoughts held her attention. But I recognized her immediately, my heart skipping a beat. Her presence brought back a flood of memories.

“Isha,” Payal called out, her voice breaking the moment.

I froze. There she was—my ex-friend, or maybe I should call her the friend that got away. It had been two years since Isha and I had drifted apart, and it was all because of a guy. I remember the pain, the confusion, the loss. Isha and Jessica had let a man wedge himself between our friendship, and I never got the closure I needed. Even now, it stung. But seeing her here, looking as beautiful and composed as ever, I realized that I missed her. I missed us.

Isha turned at the sound of her name, her eyes widening when she saw me. "Audrey?" she whispered, her voice full of disbelief.

"Yeah, it’s me," I replied, equally stunned.

Payal looked between us, clearly puzzled. "Wait, you two know each other?"

Before we could answer, she made up some excuse about needing to leave for an emergency. It was obvious she was giving us space, but I was grateful. There was so much to say, and I didn’t know where to begin.

Isha and I spent the rest of the day talking. We picked up where we left off, filling in the gaps of the last two years. I told her about my backpacking trip, how I’d wandered from place to place, trying to find myself, and how I’d recently moved back to Los Angeles to take over my family’s restaurant. She told me how she and Brandon had gotten back together, only for things to fall apart again when he chose someone else. But unlike the last time, she hadn’t let it break her. She had stayed in L.A., working on herself, determined not to let heartbreak define her.

“I’ve already been through one marriage that was supposed to break me,” Isha said, her voice steady. “I wasn’t about to let Brandon, of all people, destroy me a second time.”

I admired her strength. I always had. Even when things got tough, Isha never let the world see her crumble.

As the hours passed, we talked ourselves into exhaustion. It felt good to have this moment, to reconnect with someone I thought I’d lost for good. Eventually, we drifted into sleep, the weight of the past lifting off our shoulders. For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace.

And maybe, just maybe, this was the closure I’d been waiting for all along.

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Aaaaaannnnddddd cut!🎬

Ellow!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Until next time, my love bugs🤍