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Maybe even a hug.
Instead, he laughed.
Actually laughed.
“Well, FINALLY,” he said.
My smile faded.
“Aidan… what?”
He tossed his car keys onto the counter. “You have no idea how exhausting you’ve become. Always crying. Always stressed. I’m sick of it.”
I stared at him, certain I had misheard.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m divorcing you, Claire.”
The room tilted.
“Aidan…”
“I continue reading …
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