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It was unbelievable. After all that had happened, he still thought this was about me wanting something from him-like a wedding could somehow replace the life we lost.

"No," I said firmly. "I've decided to divorce you."

His patience snapped. "Doris, what more do you want? Isn't the

wedding what you've been asking for? I'm agreeing to it now!"

"Agreeing?" I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. For ten years, I loved him so deeply that I lost my own self-worth. Even when people thought I was the mistress, I stayed. I endured everything because I

loved him.

years of love-and even having Oliver-weren't enough to win even a fraction of

gentleness he could show, that I realized he was capable

I didn't want

my suitcase-the one holding Oliver's ashes-and returned to the villa my mother left me. She had always said it was meant to be

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until there were no more

the world, and I felt like I

unnoticed and alone.

to my surprise,