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After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 53
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Chapter 53

My mother cto meetat the airport, resplendent in a red dress. She looked as vivacious as ever, though

thad left subtle traces | couldn't ignore.

She envelopedin a warm embrace, murmuring that I'd been through enough. Her arms felt like home,

despite our years apart.

Though I'd left abruptly years ago, I'd never completely severed ties with her.

She knew the whole Luke saga, every painful detail. She'd warnedfrom the start that we were incompatible,

that he wasn't right for me.

I'd dismissed her concerns then, but now her prescience was undeniable.

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During the drive home, she updatedon all the neighborhood changes. Everything felt simultaneously foreign

and familiar. I'd heard most of it during our calls, but I listened anyway, finding comfort in her familiar chatter.

When | powered up my phone, it exploded with notifications. | silenced it without answering a single one.

Catching my mother's questioning glance, | dismissed it as "Just spam calls." She gavea knowing look but

didn't press further.

The impending wedding threwinto a whirlwind of preparations. Suddenly, | found myself being whisked away

to bridal fittings - an experience I'd been dreading.

Staring at my reflection, | felt oddly disconnected, as if watching a stranger.

My mother's eyes welled up as

dabbed them with a tissue. "Donet

worry,

sweetheart. Gavin's a good

man."

| nodded absently, feeling oddly invincible after everything I'd endured.

What | hadn't anticipated was

Gnexpected appeainet

Seeing him in person, rather

juong

photos, was jarring,

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"You look beautiful," he said, his intense gaze softened by a shy smile.

"Thanks," | mumbled, fidgeting with the dress hem, feeling like an exhibit.

The whole scene felt staged, like a forced meet-cute from a mediocre romantic comedy.

My mother, ever the peacemaker, jumped in. "Why don't we get a

photo of you two together? Fol

memories?"

Gavin sought my approval with a glance, and | nodded, too numb to object.

My mother, social media enthusiast that she is, immediately posted the photo with an effusive caption.

[My daughter looks so beautiful! /Picture/[]