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The courthouse smelled faintly of bleach and quiet despair. The kind of place where dreams ended in ink and paperwork.
Beside him sat his new fiancée—a woman half my age, draped in designer silk, eyes glinting like polished steel. She leaned in close, whispered something, and together they laughed softly. That laughter would echo in my ears for days.
“Couldn’t even dress up for your big goodbye, Emma?” she asked sweetly, her words dripping with poison.