When She Came Home, the Mask Finally Slipped
She showed up days later, crying, begging, promising to “fix everything.”
I didn’t raise my voice.
I didn’t insult her.
I listed facts.
The fake license.
The shell company.
The missing money.
She didn’t deny it.
She blamed me.
That’s when I understood she’d never loved me — only the stability and legitimacy I provided.
I gave her a deadline to leave.
The law would handle the rest.
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