The Hospital Morning
The next morning, they arrived at the hospital.
Flowers in hand. Fear behind their eyes.
Too late.
My lawyer was already there.
Documents on the table.
Divorce. Custody. Fraud. Evidence.
They tried to speak. To negotiate.
But I was done.
“You didn’t just leave me,” I said. “You showed me exactly who you are.”
And that was enough.
Six Months Later
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