Two hours after my ex-husband said “I do,” he walked into my hospital room with his bride still wearing her wedding dress.

Dominic went still.

I watched his face carefully.

For years, I had mistaken his confidence for strength.

It wasn’t.

It was simply the comfort of never being challenged.

Now, challenged at last, he looked small.

“You recorded me?” he whispered.

“No,” Simone said. “Your own conference room system did. You approved the archive retention policy yourself.”

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