HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

this,” he said.

I considered the accusation.

“You expect me to believe that?”

“I expected to feel something when this began. Anger. Relief. Triumph.”

“I mostly feel tired.”

That was the truth, and it wounded him more deeply than hatred.

Hatred would have proved he still occupied the center of my emotional world.

Exhaustion reduced him to a burden.

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