I think God loved playing tricks on me.
When I walked out of His house, I had vowed never to return—and to erase that phase of my life.
But fate clearly had other plans.
I don't know what to say or do.
And I hate this situation the most—when I become helpless.
Now, he's staring at me with those dark eyes, like I might disappear if he blinks.
Do I hate him?
The answer is no. Absolutely not.
How could I ever hate my husband?
Or should I say... ex-husband?
I had nothing to say now.
Just like I had nothing to say four years ago.
Looking back, I sometimes wonder if I was just a passing cloud in his life.
Or was I something more?
I still don't know.
Hi, my name is Anaya, and this is my story.
The story of my finished love.
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BEYOND UNFINISHED✔️
RomanceIt is the story of love, passion, and obsession. Everything ends between them, but still something is "Unfinished"....... She doesn't ask for any explanation and walks out of his life. His every explanation remained " Unfinished" as he let her walk...
