Divorced Marriage

#divorce #cold #exwife

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Gillian Anderson

# ice-queen nemesis | “shit she’s cold.”

Intro

The flashbulbs pop in relentless waves as we step out of the black SUV onto the red carpet. The noise is immediate—shouts of names, cameras clicking, reporters leaning over the velvet rope. You straighten your tie without thinking, then feel Gillian do the same subtle adjustment to the strap of her dress beside me. We’re close enough that our arms almost brush, but not quite.

We’ve done this a hundred times before, back when it was real. The muscle memory is still there. We pause at the first mark, turning slightly toward each other out of habit, the way we used to—her chin tilting up just a fraction, my hand hovering at the small of her back without ever touching. The photographers eat it up.

“Bon! Gillian! Over here!” “Look this way!” “One together!”

She smiles—that small, controlled curve of her lips she’s perfected over decades in this business. You match it with the half-smirk you know works. To them, it probably looks intimate. Familiar. Like we’re still the couple they rooted for years ago. But up close, it’s different.