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My husband’s standing in the same room with the two people who mean the most to him, and I’m running out of air to breathe.

I feel it.

I notice.

They have something. Something more than just sex.

And that breaks every remaining piece of my heart.

“Get the fuck out of this house,” I tell him. And then I turn to Cannon. “Why did you bring him here?”

“He’s a lawyer, Piper.”

“So what? So are you.”

The man on the couch hands me an envelope. I stare at it for a minute before I take it from his hand. “What’s this?”

“Divorce papers,” he says. “And, if you ever try to keep Cannon out of this house again, I’ll have more papers for you.”

Tears well in my eyes until I can barely see the outline of Cannon. Here I was, thanking my lucky stars he was being civil and I was holding it together, and then he goes and does this. I should have known he didn’t show up to just keep the peace. He finally has freedom, and no more secrets.

Cannon’s ready to live his truth for the first time in his life.

I tuck