My husband, Ethan Cole, asked for my kidney on a rainy Tuesday night like he was asking.

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But her eyes were bright and fixed on me with an intensity that felt almost triumphant.

I stared at the woman in red.

“Who is that?”

Ethan didn’t answer immediately.

He reached into a leather folder, pulled out a stack of papers, and dropped them onto the rolling tray beside my bed.

“Divorce papers,” he said.

“I’m filing today.

This is simpler.”

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