My husband demanded a divorce after coming home drunk—but instead of breaking down, I calmly finished breakfast, packed my life on my terms, and left him with silence and cinnamon rolls.

Brandon.

Two from Doug, which surprised me. I wasn’t sure Doug knew how to use a phone for anything other than checking golf scores.

I answered none of them.

Instead, I sat cross-legged on that Holiday Inn bed with my laptop open and organized every piece of evidence into the folder Rachel had requested.

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