The call ended the moment Quentin finished speaking.Lauren stared at the dark screen, her hand trembling around the letter.Then, through her tears, she thought she saw Quentin at seventeen.He stood beneath a sycamore tree in his blue-and-white school uniform, his eyes red with concern as he said something to her over and over.Her tears blurred his face, and she couldn't make out the words.She watched his lips again and again before she finally understood what he was trying to tell her."Lauren, don't forgive him. Don't forgive him."At that moment, everything inside her seemed to break. Pain tore through her chest. She gasped for breath and doubled over.At last, she crouched on the ground, clutched the letter, and cried.“All right, Quentin.“I won't forgive you.“I never will.”Quentin didn't come home for several days.Then their fourth wedding anniversary arrived.When Lauren got up that morning, she found the gown and jewelry Quentin prepared for her.A secretary waited near
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