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“This,” he gestured between us.
“Us. I’ve been with Chloe. For months.
I felt the world tilt. Like literally tilt. The air in the room turned thick and impossible to breathe.
He kept going, like he had rehearsed it.
“I only went through with the wedding because my parents promised to give me my inheritance if I married a ‘good girl’ they approved of and before I turned 30.”
I didn’t say a word. I just got up, walked to the closet, and pulled out a suitcase. He didn’t fight it and packed his things while barely looking at me.
My new husband left that night and went to her.
And Chloe? She blocked me on everything, I’m guessing, after he told her about his confession. I received no text, no explanation or apology, not even a pathetic excuse.
My husband.
My sister. Betrayal in one breath. I was shattered into pieces.
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