Natalie kissed Lucas’s forehead and whispered. “We made it.”
Outside, Denver stretched beneath a blue sky, indifferent to past heartbreak, wide open to what came next.
Three months after giving birth, I was still ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ when my husband opened the door and said calmly, “She’s moving out. I want a divorce.” Behind him stood his mistress, grinning as if he’d already won. I signed the papers with a cold smile that even frightened me. Months later, when they saw me again, the color drained from his face… and I finally asked him, “Did you miss me?”
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