I intended to divorce my wife, until I happened to overhear her confiding in her mother

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“You don’t look at me the way you used to.”

“It’s work.”

“Is there someone else?”

The question drained the color from her face.

“No, Nathan.”

“Then tell me what is happening.”

“Nothing.”

That word hurt more than a confession might have.

Nothing.

One tiny word used to explain an enormous distance.

The night Nathan finally decided to call an attorney, he and continue reading …