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After My Wife Was Gone, I Found a Divorce Decree from 20 Years Ago, and the Family Secret That Followed Changed Everything

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It wasn’t the gentle knock of a neighbor dropping off food or checking in. It was firm, purposeful, like someone who knew exactly why they were there.

When I opened the door, a man in a charcoal suit stood on the porch holding an envelope.

“James?” he asked.

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“Yes.”

“My name is Mr. Johnson,” he said. “I handled some of Claire’s legal affairs. She asked me to deliver this to you personally.”

He stepped inside, sat across from me in the living room, and waited while I stared at the envelope in my hands.

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