A Protective Instinct

Sixty one

Charlie took a deep, contemplative breath as he lifted his gaze to meet Alice’s eyes, his expression a mix of conflicting emotions. His eyes lingered on her from head to toe, searching for something, perhaps lost memories or remnants of the past. The way her hair fell in waves around her face, the traces of weariness etched into her features, and the subtle tension in her posture told a story he was familiar with but had long tried to forget.

"Why did you think I did those things so you could come to apologize?" His voice was tinged with a hint of bitterness, a simmering frustration barely contained under a facade of indifference. "I did all that because I was being human." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the stifling air between them before continuing, "You are my ex-wife. I was just trying to make sure you are fine, and didn't choose the wrong man."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths and unresolved emotions. Alice felt a surge of
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