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.

“Please don’t disappear again.”

Emily froze.

Because despite everything, she heard the fear beneath his voice.

Real fear.

The kind that remains after losing something irreplaceable.

“I’m not taking them from you,” she said quietly.

Nathan stared at her.

Careful hope flickered across his face.

“But things don’t get fixed overnight either.”

“I know.”

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