My husband bu:rned my only decent dress so I couldn’t attend his promotion party.

reduced to something unrecognizable. And Adrian had stood there, watching me take it in, like he was teaching me a lesson I should have learned long ago.

“You’d embarrass me anyway,” he had said, almost casually. “It’s better this way.”

There are moments when something inside you doesn’t shatter—it settles.

Quietly.

Permanently.

That was one of them.

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