I took a deep breath, steadied my shaking hands, and looked at both of them — really looked. Jessica, who clearly didn’t understand the battlefield she’d stepped into, and my husband, who thought he could bulldoze through my emotions like they didn’t matter. “If you want a new life,” I said, my voice calm and strangely powerful, “you don’t get to use mine as the launchpad.” In that moment, I stopped being the abandoned wife and became the woman reclaiming everything he thought I’d quietly surrender. The house
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