Anthony ask Amber to take the divorce back but Amber replied that...
Anthony ask Amber to take the divorce back but Amber replied...
It had been ten months since the divorce papers were signed.
Anthony hadn’t seen Amber face-to-face since the court hearing. Not really. Sure, there were glimpses at the lawyer’s office. A shared glance at a public hearing. A soft nod when they exchanged custody paperwork. But real conversation? Words that meant something?
None.
Until tonight.
He stood outside her apartment, dressed in a grey coat, a bouquet of white lilies in one hand. The city around him buzzed with late-night noise, but in his chest was only silence — the kind that came with a heart full of things unsaid.
He knocked.
Amber opened the door, wearing a simple robe, no makeup, her hair tied back. She looked tired, but calm.
When she saw him, she blinked. “Anthony?”
He nodded once, voice barely above a whisper. “Can I come in?”
There was hesitation in her eyes. But she stepped aside.
Inside Amber’s Apartment
It was warm. Safe. A contrast to the chill in Anthony’s bones.
Amber poured tea for them both and sat on the edge of the sofa, careful to keep distance. The air was full of memories — photos that used to hang on his walls too. A scent of cinnamon and clove. Familiar. Painfully so.
“I didn’t expect to see you,” she said softly.
Anthony exhaled, setting the bouquet down on the coffee table. “I’ve been… thinking. About everything. The divorce. The lies. Shayla. The kid…”
“Kai.” Amber corrected, her voice cold.
He nodded. “Kai.”
A long pause.
“I miss us, Amber,” he finally said, eyes searching hers. “Not just the routine, or the memories. Us. You. The way you kept me grounded. The way you saw through me when no one else could.”
Amber blinked, not saying a word.
Anthony continued, his voice cracking. “I was wrong. About everything. I let Shayla play me, I shut you out when you were the only one who ever told me the truth. I was proud. Arrogant. And I thought I had time.”
Amber took a long sip of tea, then quietly set her cup down.
“But now?” Anthony said, leaning forward. “Now I know better. I don’t want to do this without you. Not this life, not this fight, not this version of me. I don’t want to be divorced from the one person who ever truly loved me right.”
He looked her in the eye.
“Amber… would you consider taking back the divorce?”
The question hung in the air like smoke.
Amber looked down at her hands, twisting the ring she no longer wore. She was quiet for a long time. Then, slowly, she stood and walked to the window, staring out at the city below.
When she spoke, her voice was low, controlled — but every word was sharp.
“You don’t get to come back just because you’re lonely now.”
Anthony flinched.
“You don’t get to say I was ‘the only one who told you the truth’ now, after you spent two years calling me bitter, dramatic, jealous.”
He tried to interrupt, but she held up her hand.
“I begged you, Anthony. I begged you to open your eyes to Shayla. I showed you the inconsistencies, the timelines, the lies. And what did you say to me?” She turned around, eyes full of fire. “You said I was threatened by her. You said I was trying to ruin your happiness.”
Anthony looked down. “I know. I was blind.”
“Blind?” Amber snapped. “You weren’t blind. You were willfully ignorant. You chose her over me. Again and again. Even after she disappeared. Even after the paternity questions. Even when everyone around you started leaving, you clung to her like she was oxygen.”
She stepped closer.
“You didn’t love me, Anthony. You loved the idea of me. The stability. The comfort. But the minute chaos knocked on our door, you threw me to the wolves.”
Tears were in his eyes now. “That’s not true.”
Amber’s voice softened, but the sadness deepened.
“I wanted forever with you. I wanted to grow old with you, to raise children, to build a home. But you broke every piece of that when you stopped choosing me.”
She reached into a drawer and pulled out a small envelope. Inside was a photo — their wedding photo. She handed it to him.
“I’ll always treasure who we were. But I’m not going back. Not because I don’t care — but because I finally learned to care about myself more.”
Anthony stood, heart crumbling.
“So that’s it?” he whispered. “There’s no way back?”
Amber looked at him for a long moment.
“There’s a way forward, Anthony. But it doesn’t include the past.”
As He Left
The door clicked shut behind him.
Outside, the wind howled.
Anthony stood alone, clutching the wedding photo like a ghost of something that never truly lived.
And from her window, Amber watched him disappear into the night — strong, steady, and finally free.
To Be Continued…
Would you like the next chapter to explore Amber's new beginning — or perhaps follow Anthony as he spirals further into Shayla’s collapsing empire?
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