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Details only someone who lived it would know.
After Noah fell asleep, I became a detective.
Searched public records. Marriage licenses.
Obituaries.
And there it was.
A marriage record. An obituary listing stress-related complications.
The truth about Ethan kept lining up like nails in a coffin.
When I called him the following day to end it, he got cold.
Then cruel.
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