She was never supposed to stay.

Confident. Curvy. A city girl who belonged to a world I could never touch.

But I married her anyway thinking I could keep her at arm’s length and still call her mine.
I never let her all the way in. Never let her see how deep she got under my skin.
And now she’s done pretending that’s enough.

When she hands me divorce papers, I expect her to run back to her perfect, polished life.
But she doesn’t.

She gets a job slinging coffee in town like she’s not tearing my whole damn world apart.

So I give her an ultimatum—thirty days in my bed, living like we used to.
After that, I’ll sign.

Only I won’t.
Because the truth is, I never stopped wanting her. I never stopped needing her.
And if I can't tear down these walls I built to keep her out, I’m going to lose the only woman I’ve ever loved.
For good.