The moment I stepped out of the courthouse, I saw Charlotte Crowe coaxing Victor Sterling with a soft, indulgent look on her face.Half an hour ago, Victor had been at home, threatening to kill himself. Now, after only a few words from her, he was smiling like nothing had happened.Every time I saw something like that, I felt that same strange, disorienting disbelief.Was he really the same person who had smashed a glass bottle, held a sharp shard to his throat, and screamed until his voice tore raw?Today was supposed to be my third wedding anniversary with Charlotte.Only, calling it our third anniversary was almost laughable.If we counted from the first time we got married, then yes, it had been exactly three years.But in between, we had divorced and remarried, then divorced and remarried again.It had only been a month since our most recent wedding.Now, we were divorced again.In three short years, we had married eight times and divorced eight times.I never thought t
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