That was the first moment either of them looked truly ashamed.
I went to the front door and opened it.
“Get out.”
She picked up her purse and walked past me.
Clara stood first. She looked wrecked. For one weak second, I saw my little sister in her face. Then I remembered the messages where she called my husband “my love.”
She picked up her purse and walked past me.
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“Ella-”
“Leave.”
She left.
I closed the door behind him.
Evan stayed where he was.
“Are you serious?” he asked quietly.
I looked straight at him.
“I cut out part of my body for my family. You were never worthy of what I gave.”
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He stared at me for a long second, then picked up the packet and walked to the door.
At the threshold he turned like he expected tears. Or doubt. Or one last chance.
My whole life had split open in the space of two days.
He got none.
I closed the door behind him.
Then I locked it.
Then I leaned against it and shook so hard I thought I might slide to the floor.
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I cried. Obviously I cried. My marriage was over. My sister was gone. My whole life had split open in the space of two days.
But under all of that was something else.
