They walked in all smiles, hand in hand like the world had conspired just for them. My ex-husband of twenty-five years and his new wife—Abby, the much younger mistress he married right after our divorce. Still flushed from their honeymoon, they came back expecting to play house in the very home I built with my hands, my patience, and my years. But the red tape stopped them.
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