My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

he were about to perform surgery.

“Yes,” he said.

The simplicity of it hit harder than any denial would have. No panic, no guilt, no attempt to soften the blow.

“How long?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Does it matter?”

The coldness in his eyes was unfamiliar. It was like meeting a stranger wearing your husband’s face.

“I want a divorce, Jennifer.”

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