THE EX-WIFE HE NEVER DESERVED

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a rusty cart near the corner of Lexington and 7th had said those words. He looked away and muttered

too busy to notice the ghost moving through their worlds because they were too busy carin

spine. Every step toward the city centre was like putting a bandage on an old wound. The

he light was still red. I no longer cared about noise. Not after the silence of hiding, the

People pushed past, annoyed, muttering, but I didn't move. I remembered the last time I was here. Rain. Screams. Smoke.

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I would not be alive now

I sat by the window and watched the dark tunnel go by quickly, like strobe lights on

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, I saw vendors, glass skyscrapers, the smell of cheap perfume, and people with goals. When my boots hit the ground, the

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ut a doubt, not legally. Before he thought I was going to die, Daniel made sure I signed aw

too cold to be real in the lobby, which was white and white cool. As I looked at the silver "D" o

here to take chances. I had a pl

ke my style. I got coffee without cream and sat by the window that faced the tower. Looking

three hours.

ie was darker than his soul. Dear Daniel Donovan. My husband. Those who ki

her,

funny, and I laughed like it was gospel. It did not bother me. I could not breathe. Even tho

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I had been building for years. Documents. Photos. Secrets. Everything he thought I didn't know. Eve

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