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He left that evening. Five months later, I received a phone call that felt like fate circling back. It was one of his former colleagues. His voice was hesitant, almost apologetic.
The younger woman? Gone.
The moment hospital visits replaced cocktail parties, she disappeared. The friends who once admired his ambition were nowhere to be found. The man who had said he deserved more was suddenly alone in a house that echoed too loudly.
I told myself I had no obligation to go back. He had made his choice.
