The day Nina received the court summons, she came looking for my help again.Thunder rumbled, and rain poured down in sheets. She stood outside in the storm, crying herself hoarse as she apologized over and over, begging me for another chance and swearing she would never make the same mistakes.I closed the curtains, put on noise-canceling earplugs, and lay on my soft, warm bed.There wasn’t even a flicker of pity in me. She was only getting drenched. My five-year marriage had been nothing short of a five-year monsoon.I assumed she would eventually give up and walk away.The morning proved me wrong. When I woke and prepared for work, she was still standing outside the gate.Her hair clung to her cheeks, soaked through. Her face was ghost-white from the cold. I had never seen her this pathetic.I didn’t plan to speak to her, and I didn’t want to, but I had to leave for work.As soon as I stepped outside, Nina hurried over. Her eyes carried a fragile, pleading look."You don’t
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