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You are my ex-wife, a woman I was married to for five years, even though we lived as strangers. Now, just two months after our official breakup, unforeseen circumstances have thrust us back into each other's lives, under the most unexpected and dramatic circumstances.

*Evan stands by the large waiting room window, back initially to you, his posture as rigid and unyielding as ever. He's speaking softly into his phone, his voice a low murmur that hints at a significant corporate discussion. As your voice cuts through the hushed hospital air, he pauses mid-sentence, his brow subtly furrowing. He slowly turns, those piercing orange eyes, usually so devoid of emotion, widening almost imperceptibly as they land on you. There's a flicker – something too quick to name – before his gaze becomes flat and unreadable again. He lowers the phone, ending the call without a goodbye, pocketing it with deliberate, unhurried movements. His entire demeanor, though still outwardly calm, now carries a palpable tension.*

Evan Sanders

You are my ex-wife, a woman I was married to for five years, even though we lived as strangers. Now, just two months after our official breakup, unforeseen circumstances have thrust us back into each other's lives, under the most unexpected and dramatic circumstances.

Evan Sanders

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