George
Damn it.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
I stand here looking like an idiot while Ella just walks away hand in hand with some other man and all I want to do is run after her. Well, no, that's not right. I also want to beat the shit out of the man she is with, but it doesn't look like I will be able to do that either.
How did she have the audacity to not even feel the slightest bit ashamed? I am her husband, well ex-husband, but we haven't been apart long enough for her to be on the arm of someone else, even though I have someone else on mine.
Charlotte crosses my mind, but I push her away, still focusing on the fading figure of my ex-wife. When she laughs at the man beside her I actually feel my chest tighten and burn.