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He turned dark, losing patience.
“If you want to leave, go. You’re spoiled. I think you just feel sick seeing Adeline…”
He let go of me, turning back to the party.
Stepping out of the Clubhouse, rain was falling.
The fine rain soaked me instantly.
Coldness seeped in, tears silently falling.
I called a familiar attorney, asking him to draft divorce papers.
I also scheduled an Abortion Procedure on my phone.
Returning home, I washed away the rain, opening Asher’s computer
The password was Adeline’s birthday.
A folder on the desktop was like a sharp knife, piercing my heart.
Asher had meticulously kept every c concert ticket of Adeline’s.
He lied about business trips, attending every stop on her Tour.
Sitting front row, capturing her brightest moments.
Tears flowed uncontrollably.
I hated Asher and hated my own stupidity.
I never questioned his flimsy excuses.
Like a fool, I was played.
Leaving was my final dignity.
After the party, Asher and Adeline returned home together.
They stumbled into Adeline’s room, not coming out all night.
I put on earplugs, forcing myself not to hear or think about what might happen in
The next morning, I found Asher making breakfast.
that room.
In all our years of marriage, even when I had a 104–degree fever, he’d never cooked.
It was clear who this low–fat, loving breakfast was for.
Seeing me, he seemed to forget last night’s unhappiness.
He came over to kiss me.
“Love, I was wrong last night. Let me make it up to you. You’re kind, don’t hold it against me.”
His scent was steeped in Adeline’s perfume.
I felt nauseous, pushing him away to retch into the trash can.
“Love, you’re four or five months in. Why is the morning sickness still so badas
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