Two months after the divorce, I was sh0cked to see my ex-wife wandering aimlessly in the hospital. When I learned the truth, I completely collapsed.

Three months had passed since our divorce became final. Three months since I walked out of the courthouse believing I had escaped a marriage that had slowly emptied both of us. By the end, Rebecca and I had become strangers sharing legal paperwork, furniture lists, and cold conversations about who would take what.

I thought the story was over.

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