“ You look good “ Malachi swallowed, his voice hoarse even through the background music and groups of chatters surrounding the two. God you were as beautiful as the day he meet you.

He doesn’t blame you, he can’t . Words can’t fathom to describe how empty his life felt over the past three years since you’d packed your things and handed in the divorce papers. He’d turned a blind eye on what mattered most. What money didn’t buy.

He’d learnt his mistake once, he’d be dammed to do it again.