The courthouse clerk pushed the divorce certificates towards Jonathan Lynn and Teresa Johnston with a brisk “Guard these well.”
Their muttered thanks were barely audible as they each took hold of the documents that signified the end of their union.
As they parted, Jonathan cast a lingering, weighted glance at Teresa before striding out of her life, never looking back.
The echoes of their passionate disputes and his parting shot—”Let’s call it quits. I’m done.”—lingered in her mind like a fading echo.
Teresa limped out of the courthouse, her legs aching from the tumultuous night she’d endured with Jonathan. It had been a brutal finale to their relationship, a symphony of pain that threatened to buckle her knees.
The phone in Teresa’s pocket buzzed with an incoming call from Miriam Shaw, her best friend. She thought a drink with Miriam could be just what she needed to dull the pain, even if just for a little while.
At the bar, Miriam’s eyes fell on the divorce certificate, her brow furrowing with concern. “You’re really doing this, huh?”
Teresa nodded, her voice devoid of emotion. “Yeah, it’s final.”
Miriam struggled to process it. “But Jonathan adores you. How could he just let you go?”
Teresa’s gaze turned to ice. “He told me it’s over.” She paused, swallowing hard to keep her composure. “He’s done with me.”
Miriam, her eyes sharp as daggers, leaned in, her voice a whisper that cut through the silence. “Is he with that woman now? What was her name again? Yvonne Chapman?”
Teresa’s shoulders rose and fell with a sigh, the day’s weight pressing down on her. “Haven’t a clue, and frankly, I’m past caring. His drama’s not my scene anymore.”
She raised her glass to take a sip, but the liquid turned bitter on her tongue, followed by a queasy twist in her stomach.
Miriam’s sigh was a hiss of frustration. “Figures. I always said those shotgun weddings were doomed from the start.”
Teresa paused, lost in thought, recalling the start of her story with Jonathan. It had all begun two years back when she was healing from a heartache.
Seeking solace, she turned to old friends and found herself at a dinner where Jonathan unexpectedly walked into her life.
He was striking—tall, charismatic, and possessing an allure that was hard to resist. After sharing a meal together, he managed to get her number.
Their conversations flowed like the river of time, and Teresa found herself drawn to his caring ways. He had asked her out, but she was hesitant, not yet ready to return to the world of dating.
On a night when the wine had her feeling bold, Teresa’s usual reservations faded away. With a shaky finger, she hit record on WhatsApp and sent a voice message to Jonathan. “Hey, Jonathan… Do you have feelings for me?”
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