I had spent my entire marriage taking care of them, never accumulating much of my own.
Ten minutes later, I was gone.
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On the other side of town, William stared down at the divorce certificate, his chest tightening with something he couldn’t name.
It felt like he had lost something.
Something important.
But then his phone lit up with a message from Luna—her usual bright, adoring smile filling the screen.
He exhaled slowly, convincing himself.
She loves me.
No matter what I do, she always forgives me.
She’ll come back. She always does.
This is just another fight. That’s all.
But when he returned home, he was met with something he hadn’t expected.
An empty house.
Everything had been packed away, the space eerily neat, like someone had erased all traces of her existence.
His stomach dropped.
Heart pounding, he ran to her room.
She was gone.
The only thing left on the desk was a folder.
William picked it up with trembling hands, flipping it open.
Inside—evidence.
Proof that Luna’s cancer had been a lie all along.
