The realization hit me like a physical blow: Damiano was still my husband. Legally, the children were his too. If he ever discovered Luca and Lia existed, everything I had carefully built over the past five years would come crashing down.I gripped the edge of Rachel's desk, my knuckles white."Then I have to do it," I whispered.Rachel studied my face, her expression cautious. "Do what?""Go back."Her eyes widened. "Gabrielle, think about this."“I had been thinking about it for five years,” I said, staring at the invitation. For five years, I had built a new life away from Damiano. I raised my children, grew my business, and learned to depend on myself.When I left, I was broken, but I wasn't broken anymore."I'm opening the store," I said, my voice firm.Rachel nodded slowly. "And the divorce?""I'm ending the marriage."The words scared me, but for the first time, they also felt liberating.Rachel leaned forward. "You understand what happens once you file, right?""He'll know I
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