As the morning sun gently caressed her half-naked form under a light quilt, she stirred, her eyes struggling to open. Despite the heaviness, her other senses remained sharp – the birdsong outside her window, the lingering scent of a familiar aftershave, goosebumps prickling her skin, and her heart racing uncontrollably. Suddenly, her mind grasped the reality of the situation – the previous night's intense encounter with her soon-to-be ex, a whirlwind of emotions she couldn't explain. Confusion, disbelief, and a tinge of happiness intermingled within her. How had this happened? When did it occur? Why was she feeling such a profound sense of completeness? She tried to shake off the thoughts, but they only served to deepen her contentment. She couldn't help but question her feelings. "I see you haven't changed, the same old **," his words shattered the fleeting happiness she had clung to, pulling her back into the harsh reality. "A desperate woman who'd sleep with her ex undoubtedly seeks solace in others," he said callously, his tone devoid of remorse. "Divorcing you was the right choice. How much are you asking for tonight?" he smirked, his eyes fixated on her tearful face. Handing over the money, he added, "Add another two hundred for old times' sake." Despite her vow never to cry in front of him, his words crushed her spirit. Her trembling body and empty eyes betrayed the deep pain she felt. In that moment, she whispered, "Sorry for loving you."
