"I used to think that was great," I continued, "You handled everything for me, so all I had to do was focus on living my life."I raised my head to look at Bianca."But the day that lock wouldn't open, I realized something terrifying. The second you're not around, I don't even know where I stand."Bianca's throat worked as she swallowed hard. "It was my...""It wasn't your fault," I cut in."It's not wrong that you treated me well. I was the one who handed over too much of myself."I zipped my suitcase shut."So now, I want to take it back."Bianca searched my face for a long time."Does that include our marriage?"My hands froze on the handle.That was probably the first time since she returned that she had asked me something so direct.I didn't answer right away."That agreement doesn't count," she said softly, "If you genuinely want a divorce, we can sit down and negotiate properly."We'll divide the joint property according to the law, and you won't lose out on a sing
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