ALINA'S POVMy throat clogged as air struggled to pass to my lungs. I froze in my position as I recognized the same midnight black hair, the striking jaw line. There, standing before me, was my ex-husband, the man I had been hiding from for years, hoping to escape the pain of our past. My heart pounded fiercely against my chest, its rhythm erratic and deafening in my ears.I was enveloped in shock, the air around me thick with disbelief. How could fate be so cruel as to bring him back into my life at this moment? I prayed fervently, desperately, that he wouldn't recognize me, not with my altered hair color and eye shade. I couldn't risk the memories, the hurt, resurfacing, tearing open wounds I had painstakingly tried to heal.I stood there, lost for words, my mind a whirlwind of emotions and memories crashing against the barriers I had erected to shield myself from the pain of our failed marriage. His eyes scanned the room, and for a moment, I held my breath, willing myself to become
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