I Came Back to Make My Cheating Ex-Wife Regret Losing Me… But the First Thing She Said Turned My Whole Life Inside Out
You stand there with your hand still raised from knocking, your pulse steady in the way it only gets when you’ve rehearsed revenge so many times it starts to feel like a speech. The house looks smaller than it did in memory, but it still carries the same details you hated yourself for noticing. The chipped flowerpot by the door. The faded welcome mat. The brass number nailed slightly crooked to the wall. For five years, this address lived in your head like a scar that refused to pale.
Then the door opens.
At first, you barely recognize Sofía.
It isn’t that she looks old. She doesn’t. She still has the same dark hair, the same expressive eyes, the same face that once made you forget whatever stupid thing you’d planned to say. But the woman standing in front of you doesn’t look like the polished, rising marketing star who used to glide through rooms as if she belonged in every one of them. She looks tired. Not messy, not ruined, just worn thin in a way no expensive cream can fix.
