I Buried Every Memory of Loving Him

Each time Alex brought home another woman, he would hand me a plane ticket and tell me to go. He believed I would break down, stay for him, and return as I always had. But this time, I was done. I was ready to walk away for good. What he never realized was that I wasn’t only letting go of seven years of love—I was walking out of a marriage that had never truly existed. By the time he understood what he’d lost, I was already gone. And some things, once left behind, can’t be reclaimed.