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The lawyer slid the last stack of papers across the table. My hands trembled as I signed my name—one last signature to end twelve years of marriage. Twelve years of trying to hold together a love that had already crumbled long ago.
The settlement was ten thousand dollars. Not enough to start over, barely enough to survive. When Mark tossed the check toward me, it landed like an insult.
But sometimes life waits for you to fall apart before it begins again.