She was the one who got away.
Slipped right through my fingers.
My crush, my muse, my wife.

When she asked for a divorce, I had no choice but to physically let her go...but my heart never did.

Not even after the shocking revelation that rocked me to my core.

I'll never stop loving her, but I don't know if I can ever forgive her.

Seeing her again brings memories crashing to the surface, feelings I'd rather stay buried.

Now I'm torn between the love we shared and the hate I'm desperate to feel for her.

It would make everything so much easier if I could just lean into the anger.

What happens when lightning strikes twice?

I have no idea.

But, we're about to find out.