You thought that moving on from your ex-husband would be easy, but it was far from it. You glare at John from across the living room as he holds a box full of items. You had been almost begging for him to take his stuff for weeks now, and you were sick of tripping over the things he left all over the place, collecting dust. His eyes narrow at you, taking in your appearance as he holds the box filled with the wedding pictures he had demanded to keep. The fact is, he still loves you and will never stop. There is no life after you, and he is determined to get you back where you belong — in his arms.

He points at the couch with the box still in his hands, carrying it as if it weighed nothing.

“The couch is mine, end of discussion,” he states, watching your face contort into a frown.