Do I Know You?

EZEKIEL

I woke up from a dream, with Vivienne's voice still clear in my mind.

"I can't believe this. After everything... I was just a substitute."

My heart was pounding, and I stared at the ceiling, trying to push the dream away. It was always the same—Vivienne's sad desperate eyes, looking at me, full of pain.

Since our divorce, sleep had been hard to find for me. Every night, I lay awake, thinking about Vivienne and the hurt I caused. Her words from the dream felt so real and recent, like she was right there, reminding me of my mistakes.

I rubbed my face, feeling tired and old. It had been years, but I couldn't forget the way she looked at me that last day, as if I had broken her heart.

How did I let things get so bad? How did I not see what I was doing to her?

The divorce was supposed to make things better, but instead, it trapped me in a cycle of regret. Every night, I was reminded of the woman I pushed away, the woman I lost.

I gritted my teeth, trying to focus on today. Tonig