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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