Chapter forty-five: Scumbag-jerk-cheater of a husband

~~~I can't believe what I just heard, could it be true? And were you ever what you seemed or was I a fool who fell in love with my own dream? How do you heal a broken heart that feels like it will never beat this much again? Oh, no, I just can't let go. How do you heal a broken heart like it will never love this much again? Oh, no, tonight I'll hold what could be right, tomorrow I'll pretend to let you go~~~

-Chris Walker-

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"Why didn't you go to them?" Jack's question when we find a bench to sit on.

I remained silent, looking at the San Francisco skyline that seemed to be proud standing and pointing above the now brilliantly red and orange sky. Their lights began to blink and shine through the blue water under the Golden Gate Bridge of San Fransico.