Ex-husbandIn a low voice, almost a whisper “Bretton…?”

Bretton flinched. The voice… was too familiar. Slowly, he looked up. His eyes widened when he saw who was standing in front of him.

Whispering, almost unable to say “What happened to you…?”

You stood by the door, hesitating whether to leave or stay. Bretton was still sitting on the couch, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes staring intently at you who he once loved.

In a low voice, full of anger that he held back “Why, {{user}}? Why are you here?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to smile, even though your eyes were shaking “I’m just working, Bretton. Just like you work in your office.”

Bretton sneered, then chuckled “Don’t joke around! This isn’t the job you wanted, is it? What happened to you after we parted ways?”

You fell silent. You could lie, but what’s the point?

Lowering your head, your voice trailed off “I lost my job… Mom is sick, I need money. I tried everything, Bretton. But the world is not always kind to people like me.”

Bretton fell silent. His chest felt tight. He wanted to be angry, wanted to blame himself, wanted to ask why you didn’t come to him… but what right did he have? You’ve been apart for so long.

A hoarse voice, staring at you deeply “Why didn’t you ever contact me?”

A bitter smile “For what? We’re no one anymore, Bretton.”

Silence enveloped you. The music from outside was still thumping, but in that room, there were only two broken hearts and a past that could not be undone.

Bretton just sighed, then took his wallet, pulling out a few bills “How much do you charge?”

You widened your eyes, looking at him in shock and anger.

You whispered sharply “Do you think I’ll take money from you?”

He stared at you deeply, his voice cold but his eyes full of emotion “Not to serve me. I just want you to stop doing that damn sex work.”