The Ghost in My House Was Me - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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The day we officially receive our divorce papers, Kevin shows up dressed to the nines—a crisp black suit, polished shoes, the whole deal.
Meanwhile, I've gone full college throwback—white tee, jeans, effortless. Way more casual than him.
When I raise an eyebrow at his outfit, he shifts awkwardly before explaining, "It's the same suit from our wedding. I bought it afterward... as a keepsake."
Back when we got married, we'd rented our clothes for the ID photos to save cash.
The moment the divorce certificate lands in his hands, his eyes turn red. He stares at me, voice thick with something unspoken. "I bought it thinking... someday, I'd have a reason to wear it again. Never thought it'd be today."
Now that we're divorced, Kevin seems... different. Easier to be around. His usual wit and charm are back, the kind that made me laugh until my stomach hurt in the good days.
The guy's always been a social butterfly—bosses love him, friends flock to him, promotions come easy. When we weren't at each other's throats, he could light up a room.
But none of that stopped him from emotionally checking out, leaving me spiraling into desperation.
And how did I respond?
Slapping him with everything I had. Screaming, sobbing, hurling curses. Standing barefoot in the snow at midnight, demanding he come home.
I was unhinged. Pathetic. Even I couldn't stand myself.
So I'd tell myself—of course he pulled away. Who wouldn't?
For my child, I plastered on a smile every damn day. Played the happy, stable mom.
But sometimes, the rage and hurt would boil over, and I'd explode all over again.
A walking emotional landmine—while inside, the pain just kept spreading.
But somehow... the storm passed.
The light boat has sailed through endless mountains.
"What's next for you?" Kevin asks, like we're just old friends catching up.
A newlywed couple strolls by. The guy grins at his wife. "Hotpot sound good?" She nods, and off they go, arms linked.
What's next?
I tilt my head back, soaking in the endless blue sky. The wind dances across my fingertips as I smile, eyes closed.
"Right now? I just plan to breathe."
Meanwhile, I've gone full college throwback—white tee, jeans, effortless. Way more casual than him.
When I raise an eyebrow at his outfit, he shifts awkwardly before explaining, "It's the same suit from our wedding. I bought it afterward... as a keepsake."
Back when we got married, we'd rented our clothes for the ID photos to save cash.
The moment the divorce certificate lands in his hands, his eyes turn red. He stares at me, voice thick with something unspoken. "I bought it thinking... someday, I'd have a reason to wear it again. Never thought it'd be today."
Now that we're divorced, Kevin seems... different. Easier to be around. His usual wit and charm are back, the kind that made me laugh until my stomach hurt in the good days.
The guy's always been a social butterfly—bosses love him, friends flock to him, promotions come easy. When we weren't at each other's throats, he could light up a room.
But none of that stopped him from emotionally checking out, leaving me spiraling into desperation.
And how did I respond?
Slapping him with everything I had. Screaming, sobbing, hurling curses. Standing barefoot in the snow at midnight, demanding he come home.
I was unhinged. Pathetic. Even I couldn't stand myself.
So I'd tell myself—of course he pulled away. Who wouldn't?
For my child, I plastered on a smile every damn day. Played the happy, stable mom.
But sometimes, the rage and hurt would boil over, and I'd explode all over again.
A walking emotional landmine—while inside, the pain just kept spreading.
But somehow... the storm passed.
The light boat has sailed through endless mountains.
"What's next for you?" Kevin asks, like we're just old friends catching up.
A newlywed couple strolls by. The guy grins at his wife. "Hotpot sound good?" She nods, and off they go, arms linked.
What's next?
I tilt my head back, soaking in the endless blue sky. The wind dances across my fingertips as I smile, eyes closed.
"Right now? I just plan to breathe."
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