Thirty-First Morning

Thirty-First Morning

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Fiction
Romance
Billionaires and CEOs
Slice of Life
First Love
Dear Husband, I wish you all the best. I am letting you go. No more secret glances. No more secret calls. No more secret box. No more longing looks and quiet sighs. I don't want to hear you mumble her name in our bed at three in the morning with your bourbon breath anyway. Go ahead. Love the love of your life freely. Fly to her. Set me free. Just your wife for now, Soon to be your ex-wife, Never been your love, Matilda Whitmore.
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I heard his laugh before I saw her, and I already knew - that loose, unguarded version of it, the one I'd never once heard him aim at me. I found him with my eyes and there he was, all six feet six of him tilted toward Cathie like she was the only thing in the room worth standing near, his sharp eyes tracking her face with an attention I had spent three years quietly starving for. Something in my chest didn't break. It just went still. I set his coffee down on the bench - oat milk, no sugar, memorized without him ever asking - and walked away.

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