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I looked at Ethan one more time, this man I’d loved since I was twenty years old, who I’d built a life with, who I’d trusted so completely that I’d ignored my own instincts for months. He looked destroyed, and I felt nothing. No satisfaction, no anger, just a vast, hollow exhaustion.
“I’ll see you at home,” I said. Then I paused, reconsidered. “Or continue reading …
