I saw the red car already idling in our driveway — Brielle’s car, the woman from his book club — and something cold and jagged tore straight through my chest at the sight of it. He had walked out on me entirely, and then, on top of that, he’d had the sheer audacity to offer me charity, as though a piece of plastic could somehow wash the stain of his own infidelity clean off him.
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