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“Couldn’t even dress up for your big goodbye, Emma?” she asked sweetly, her words dripping with poison.
Mark didn’t even bother to look at me. “She’s always been stuck in the past,” he said with a shrug. “Guess that’s where she’ll stay.”
The settlement was ten thousand dollars. Not enough to start over, barely enough to survive. When Mark tossed the check toward me, it landed like an insult.
Then they were gone—walking out arm in arm, whispering, laughing, free of me. Their perfume and arrogance lingered long after the door closed. I sat still, staring at the ink drying beside my name. That was the moment I thought my story had ended.
But sometimes life waits for you to fall apart before it begins again.
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