Eighteen hours earlier, my wife had left.
I stood there staring at her empty mug and heard the sentence she had said before closing the front door.
Not screamed.
Not even spoken angrily.
That would have been easier.
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Eighteen hours earlier, my wife had left.
I stood there staring at her empty mug and heard the sentence she had said before closing the front door.
Not screamed.
Not even spoken angrily.
That would have been easier.
“You’re my girlfriend, not my wife.” Jenna knocked softly on the door, and I let her in, my heart still heavy from Marcus's words.…