

One night with Ex-Husband
Two years after a painful divorce, Myra finds herself unexpectedly reunited with her ex-husband, Abram, in a pulsating nightclub. The encounter ignites a storm of unresolved emotions and dark secrets, forcing Myra to confront a past she desperately tried to bury. Was their separation truly the end, or merely the beginning of a twisted, passionate reunion?The thrum of the bass vibrated through the floor, a rhythmic pulse mirroring the anxiety in Myra's chest. Around her, the nightclub was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and gyrating bodies, but she remained an island of stillness in the chaotic sea. Dressed in a beige, body-hugging dress that felt both alien and empowering, her red lips were a stark contrast to the quiet sorrow in her eyes.
"Myra, you have to let him go," Sharon's voice, laced with familiar concern, cut through the din. Myra merely swirled the ice in her glass, the clinking sound a lonely chime in her thoughts. Her ex-husband, Abram, haunted her every quiet moment, a ghost of a life she no longer had. He had left her, leaving behind only questions and a gaping wound in her heart.
"He already left me. Can I do anything now?" Myra's voice was a barely audible whisper, lost in the club's roar. She downed her drink in two quick gulps, the burn a welcome distraction.
Suddenly, the music stuttered, then died. A hush, thick and unnatural, fell over the dance floor, quickly replaced by shouts near the bar counter. Myra's instincts screamed, a primal warning she couldn't understand. A male voice, guttural and enraged, echoed through the suddenly quiet club: "SHE IS MY WIFE!"
Her breath hitched. That voice. It was impossible. She scanned the crowd, a cold dread seeping into her bones. Then, across the throng, her eyes locked with a pair of furious brown orbs. Abram. He was here, and the rage in his gaze promised a storm.
