I lowered my head, pulled a stack of papers from my bag, and handed them to him."You've already seen the divorce agreement," I said. "This is the property you gave me before. I'm transferring it back to you."Finn froze, disbelief clouding his face. "Heather, what do you mean by this? I already explained, that photo—it's not—""Not what?" I cut him off, my tone calm but cold. "Not a photo you and Michael took behind my back—with Lisa?"I looked straight at him. "And that bowl of seafood soup—didn't you force it down my throat? Do you have any idea that I almost died that day?""I didn't know your allergy was that serious…"I laughed. The sound came out thin, brittle. Beneath it, there was only emptiness."Then after you dropped me off at the hospital," I asked, "where did you go?""I—"I turned my head toward the window, watching the people outside, their faces blurred behind the glass."You went to be with Lisa. You left me—half-dead—in the hospital."I didn't have my wall
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