Chapter 136
LACEY
TW: Depression, suicidal thoughts and behaviour. Please proceed with care.
I’m so tired.
Not the kind of tired sleep can fix.
The kind that lives in your bones. That never goes away. That makes it hard to even
breathe sometimes.
I woke up alone in the suite Céline and I share. For a second, I felt relief. She wasn’t there.
No cheerful morning voice. No forced hugs. Just silence.
I love Céline. I really do. She’s been my light, my anchor, the only person who stayed when
the rest of the world turned its back.
But sometimes… I wish she’d let me drown.
Let me slip under. Let me disappear.
Because this version of me?
The one left behind after the divorce?
I don’t recognise her.
—
I used to laugh so easily. I used to fill rooms. Now I can barely fill a bed. I lay there for hours, staring at the ceiling, hoping something – anything – will come and end this feeling. This heaviness. This quiet pain that never screams but always stays.
He left me.
He left me, and everyone acted like I should’ve seen it coming.
Like I wasn’t enough.
Like I was too much.
I think the worst part isn’t the loneliness.
It’s the pretending, Pretending I’m okay. Pretending I’m strong. Pretending I don’t want to
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take off this mask and finally say, I’m not alright. Please help me.
But I don’t say it.
Because I’ve said it before.
And no one came.
Not even him.
And now, even Céline… even she doesn’t see how broken I am.
Or maybe she does. Maybe that’s why she holds on so tight. Maybe she knows if she lets go
I’ll fall.
And this time, I might not get back up.
When I finally crawl out of bed, my body feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. I run a
bath and just sit there, staring at the water.
It takes everything in me not to slide my head under and stay there.
To just… disappear.
To stop thinking.
To stop feeling.
To stop seeing his face every time I close my eyes.
Eric.
My Eric.
The man who made me believe I could be loved again.
The man who smiled at my scars and said, “Your past doesn’t make you less worthy.”
He didn’t flinch when I told him about my failed marriages. He didn’t walk away when I
told him I’d lost a baby. That the miscarriage from my second marriage had shattered more than just my heart – it had taken away my only chance to be a mother.
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Dr. Mahal said it gently. Like softness would make the words hurt less.
But Eric…
Eric stayed.
He stayed through the tears. Through the breakdowns. Through the nights I couldn’t sleep
ánd the mornings I didn’t want to wake up.
He held me like I was something precious. Like I was still whole. Still lovable.
And then one morning, over breakfast, he pushed a thin stack of papers toward me.
Divorce papers.
He didn’t yell. He didn’t cry. He just looked tired. Like something in him had given up.
Like I had become too heavy to carry.
I remember the way my coffee went cold.
The sound of my heart breaking wasn’t loud. It was silent. Just a small, soft crack
somewhere deep inside.
And now, the one person who saw me at my worst is gone. And all I have left is this ache. This space in my chest that used to be filled with hope.
I thought he was forever.
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