Liam stared at the divorce papers, the crisp sheets feeling like brittle ice in his hand. He scrolled through the endless, venomous messages from Ava on his phone, each one a fresh wave of nausea. He pictured Maya reading these, alone, for weeks. Enduring this vile campaign of psychological torture while he remained blissfully, stupidly oblivious.
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