"If you hadn't been so harsh back then, maybe it wouldn't have blown up like that," she snapped.***Her words dragged me back.In our last life, we met at some art show. Clicked fast, started dating, then tied the knot like it was meant to be.We threw a big party—friends, family, the works.That's when Jason crashed it.Slick suit, smug face, playing Mr. Perfect.The second Summer saw him, she froze.Didn't think much of it at first. But after that? She started drifting. Pulled away.Stopped sleeping in the same room.Something felt off. I just didn't wanna admit it.We liked the same stuff. Wanted the same things. I loved her. No way she'd cheat, right?But then she started staying out late. Always on her phone.One night after work, I saw her outside—wrapped up in Jason's arms.That broke me.I snapped. Demanded answers.She shot back, "Ethan, look at you! You're always exhausted, sloppy, like some washed-up old man. Jason's everything you're not—charming, clean, in
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