That told her everything.
There was someone else. Again, or still. It hardly mattered.
Claire finally opened the folder. Legal terms blurred together: dissolution, asset allocation, liability, waiver. Waiver. She knew that word. She had signed it without reading three years ago when Greg said it was just a formality for the business.
A formality.
Twenty years of laundry, lunches, side jobs, late-night budgeting, volunteering at school, patching drywall while he built homes for strangers—all of it had been reduced to a formality.
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