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But somehow, I managed to find peace again. Real peace. The kind that settled into your bones when you least expected it.
After everything that happened with my first husband—his smooth lies, the way he looked me in the eye and promised forever, only to vanish the second I told him I was pregnant—I never thought I would remarry.
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I didn’t trust myself, let alone anyone else. But Brian changed that. He was steady. Warm. The kind of man who didn’t run at the first sign of responsibility.
The kind who made pancakes on Saturdays and stayed up late helping with science projects. He was nothing like my first husband.
