The Divorce Decree: A New Beginning

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te was attached. "Jessica's kitchen isn't set

home and cook for his mistress. The public humiliation was the point. He wanted me to feel

t building felt like miles. Each step sent a jolt of pain

rtment, Mark was there, pacing. He didn't a

se pans hours ago. Is it too much to ask for y

ed at him,

nt next door, a silk robe wrapped arou

with false sympathy. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have mentioned

fault, Jess. You've been through a trauma." He shot a glar

hand on her arm. I saw it all. The easy intimac

passed the kitchen, a force of habit made me glance at the trash can. On top of a pile of tak

had to grip the doorframe. I stumb

eflection in the mirror. My face was pale, my eye

here," I promised my b