“What?” “That’s how long he’s been back in your life, right?” he probed, jaw clenched. “That’s how long it took you to realize that you love him, that you don’t want to be my wife anymore, that you want to turn your back on everything we’ve built, on everything we’ve been through, to be with him?” I just stared at him, mouth open to fight back, but I didn’t have words. “The least you can do is give me a fair playing field,” he continued, and he straightened his shoulders with his next request. “Give me two months.” I scoffed, pacing the room, my eyes flicking from the cage to the window to him
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