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Maybe even a hug.
Instead, he laughed.
“Well, FINALLY,” he said.
My smile faded.
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.
“I’m divorcing you, Claire.”
“Aidan…”
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