THE ABANDONED WIFE
The coffee table arrived on a Tuesday, a silent, beautiful act of rebellion. Megan had ordered it with a credit card she’d kept separate from their joint account, a small fund from a graduation gift that Dante didn't know about.
It was rustic, a slab of reclaimed wood with dark metal legs, a piece of raw, imperfect beauty that she knew Dante would hate. As she unboxed it, her hands trembling with a mix of fear and defiance, the familiar sense of hopelessness that had become her constant companion lifted, replaced by a nervous flutter of exhilaration.
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