Cold Rain and the Divorce Paper

I waited at the steakhouse for three hours to celebrate our third anniversary, only to receive a cold text from my husband.

When I saw him gently shielding his "fragile" ex-girlfriend from the rain, I knew our marriage was already dead in all but name.

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I waited at the restaurant until eleven on our third wedding anniversary.

The dishes on the table had been reheated three times before going cold again. The candles burned down to the very bottom, their flames licking the foil holders.

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