At the top was a short handwritten note:
I’m not coming back. Don’t make this harder.
I just stood there, frozen, one hand resting on my stomach as the baby shifted inside me.
Nine months pregnant… and he chose this moment to walk away.
Before I could even process it, my phone buzzed.
Meet me at Riverside Courthouse at 2. We’ll finalize.
No apology.
No explanation.
Just instructions.
Like I was nothing more than an item on his to-do list.
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