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He averted his gaze again, running a hand through his thinning hair. “You know how much I love you, right? More than anything in the world.” His voice cracked. “And I just… I wanted you to be happy. To have the life you deserved. The one you always dreamed of.”
He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper, as if afraid the walls themselves might hear. “You were so in love with him. And he… he wasn’t always as stable as you thought. His business was struggling, you know? Years ago, before you got married, before he really made it big. He was going to leave. Said he couldn’t offer you the life you deserved if he was drowning in debt.”
I stared at him, numb. Leave? He was going to leave me? This was news to me. I remembered a brief rough patch, but he’d always dismissed it as “startup stress.”
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