She was the one who got away.

Slipped right through my fingers.

My crush, my muse, my wife.

When she asked for a divorce, I had no choice but to let her go, but my heart would never comply.

Not even after the shocking revelation that rocked me to my core.

I'll never stop loving her, but I don't know if I can ever forgive her.

Seeing her again brings memories crashing to the surface, feelings I'd rather stay buried.

Now I'm torn between the love we shared and the hate I'm desperate to feel for her.

It would make everything so much easier.

What happens when lightning strikes twice?

I have no idea.

But, we're about to find out.