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" had there been? The first time I found his texts to her, the first time he'd canceled our anniversary dinner for her "crisis," the first time he'd sent her a large

divorce papers Marcus had swiftly drafted. The crisp white pages rustl

ing. Absolutely nothing." I held out the papers, letting them fall onto th

ned from his face, leaving it pale and drawn. He looked from the paper

low, choked sound. "Are you seri

e unwavering. "I am. Sign

about the money, isn't it?" he accused, his voice rising. "You want to p

'm not doing this to punish you. I'm doing this to save myself. And you hav

suspected were crocodile tears. "All our years together, our shared hist

er nerve, to ask me that? To ask me if our marriage is worthless, when you' ve been parading your mistress around, g

d anyone! She's sick, Eloise! I was he

her at expensive restaurants? Nothing going on when she was texting you late into the night? Nothing going on when you were stroking

oise! Pure pity! You've become so damn cold and calculating! You used to

t. I am petty. I am mean-spirited. I am cold and calculating, and I want you

sharp ripping sound was like a scream in the silent room. Tiny white confetti rai

gesture. "You know, Campbell," he said, his voice dripping with condescension, "Eloise was never truly a mother. She just doe

ears. This wasn't just about the money, or Campbell, or even our broken ma

er, loud enough for me to hear. "She even got rid of our first one, you k

ad taken our most sacred, most agonizing secret, the abortion we had gone through together, and used it as a weap