The moment he shrugged, something inside me snapped — not from sadness, but from clarity. For years I had bent, softened, adjusted myself to keep our marriage steady, believing we were building a future together. And now he wanted to waltz into a new life while still clinging to the comfort of the home I helped build? Seeing another woman standing in my kitchen wearing my pajamas wasn’t just humiliating — it was the final confirmation that he had already moved on long before he ever spoke the word “divorce.” I realized then that this wasn’t about love, or closure, or even honesty. It was about convenience. His convenience. And I was done making anything easy for him.
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