The day we went to the courthouse, the sky hung low and heavy. A fine drizzle floated through the air, as if even the weather knew how things would end.Jason stood blankly at the courthouse entrance, dark circles shadowing his eyes, hair unkempt, looking worn and hollowed out."Becca," he said quietly, "was what happened to Denise your doing?"I stared at him, caught off guard. I had thought he might try to talk me out of this, say something soft, something pleading. But no, his first words were an accusation.And with that, whatever last trace of attachment I might've felt quietly vanished.My heart, once stirred by him, was now utterly still."Oh," I laughed, voice light but sharp, "so you're saying it was me who told her to sleep with that CEO? And me who made you two hook up? Sure. And if I filmed it, I'd definitely skip the censorship. Might as well show it to our daughter—let her admire your… impressive performance."I dug a finger into my ear, irritated for no reason I c
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