“Katy,” he says, cupping my face and stroking my tears away, only speaking once they’ve quelled. “I want a divorce.” “I won’t go.” “But you want to. I think we both know you made your decision before you got home; you just didn’t want to live with it.” He pulls his ring from his hand as I let him see me break for him, for the pain of losing him. “It’s time to live with it. And if I’m honest, I’ve known this was coming since I saw the two of you together in New York. I just hoped that what we had would overpower it somehow, and now I know that what we have is lost. My Katy is never coming
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