"Yes, it's over between us. Honestly, I wanted it to end six months ago—I just never imagined it would drag on this long."

Seven years of marriage had worn her love for him down to nothing.

She'd spent all those years waiting, never getting so much as a hint of affection in return.

At first, she'd told herself he was just reserved, that he struggled to show his feelings. She put up with everything: no wedding, no public acknowledgment, not even a simple word of reassurance.

But in the end, it wasn't that he was cold by nature he simply didn't love her.

His heart had always belonged to someone else.

He could fill notebook after notebook with Sheila's name, plan her wedding with painstaking care, and even handwrite every invitation for a celebration that would never be hers.

Even those invitations she'd found in the box-Timothy had addressed each one himself.

On them, there was a photo: Timothy and Sheila, cheek to cheek, dressed in their wedding best.

It was only then that she understood why he'd insisted on keeping their marriage a secret.

He'd never wanted a wedding with her; it was all for Sheila.

just how laughable her seven-year devotion

know what you've decided. It'll help me deal with

met Vince's gaze. "When the month is up, I doubt he'll just sign the divorce papers like

you want nothing to do with him, you can act as if he doesn't exist. Legally, you're still Salome, and he can't do anything about

little. If she remained Salome, she could cut Timothy out

so grateful to have

hadn't met you, I have no idea

asking Timothy for a divorce, she'd felt completely powerless. Orphaned, jobless, voiceless, and invisible-she had nostanding at all, and Timothy always found some way to trap her,

pressure, enduring her husband's betrayal,

coldness, and the contempt

lose herself

sooner," Vince said, his voice thick with guilt. "If I had, I would never have let your suffer like this. From now on, I'm here. No one-especially not him

"Thank you, Vince."

a hand, gently smoothing her hair, then patted the back of her hand with quiet affection. "Stop

is what I'm

back into our lives, Mom's spirits have soared. We're family, and from

washed over Jessica. She couldn't keep hiding the truth

something I haven't told you

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