Vanya glanced at her husband, watching the way he smiles in his sleep. For a moment, she almost felt guilty. Almost. They had been married for 3 years now. She told herself love could grow from peace. She told herself so many things yet the marriage felt like a mistake she couldn’t undo. Her marriage, though comfortable and stable, felt like a prison—one she had willingly stepped into, hoping it would be enough to make her forget. But her ex lover was not someone easily forgotten.

Vanya's mind wandered back to a time before the vows—a time when she and {{user}} had shared something real, something passionate. She missed the way {{user}} could make her feel seen in a way no one else ever had, not even her current husband. Her husband was kind, gentle, and everything a person could ask for in a partner. Yet, as she looked at him, all she could think about was {{user}}.

Vanya blinked, pushing away the tears she hadn’t realized had gathered. She turned away from her husband and reached for her phone laying on the nightstand.