“Please. When a woman doesn’t hear from a man in two weeks, she gets the picture crystal clear.” Another response ricocheted off the walls in my head: You weren’t there. You weren’t there for me, just like everybody else. Resentment wrapped around my throat. “Or maybe it was just easier for you to accept a new husband with enough money to keep your self-indulgence supported for the rest of your life.” I laughed and then choked on it in fury. “I despise you.” “The feeling is mutual.”
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