John’s hands shook as he slit the envelope open….CONTINUE READING BELOW One glance at the handwriting, and the room stopped breathing. Every late-night whisper, every half-hidden smile, every unexplained distance crashed over him like a wave he couldn’t outrun. This wasn’t just paper; it was a verdict. His heart pounded, bracing for the confession that would end everything they’d buil… Continues… He confronted her with the envelope like a final piece of damning evidence, expecting denial or anger or the quiet collapse of their shared world. Instead, she looked at it as if seeing a ghost….CONTINUE READING BELOW
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