I smiled on the day my husband finalized our divorce and married the woman he had been seeing behind my back while I was eight months pregnant.

had happened. But it revealed something tender beneath the wreckage.

On the very night she had believed she was foolish for hoping, she had actually written the sentence that would define their second chance.

I don’t need perfect.

I just need honest.

Margaret wiped her eyes. “There’s more.”

She handed Nathan a smaller folded note.

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