After twenty-two years of marriage, Claire never imagined her husband Greg would walk into their kitchen and announce that they were not meant to grow old together. She was preparing his favorite chili, humming along to the radio, when he placed a manila envelope beside the salt shaker. Inside were divorce papers. She laughed nervously, convinced it was an awful joke. But Greg wasn’t smiling. He explained that he had already signed everything and planned to spend the night at a hotel. When Claire begged him to explain, he simply said they had grown apart.<\/p>\n
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She asked whether another woman was involved, but Greg insisted there was nobody else. Then he kissed her forehead, picked up his suitcase, and walked away. Claire stood motionless as her wooden spoon fell onto the kitchen floor. She couldn’t understand how twenty-two years could end in a single evening. But when she finally opened the envelope again, she discovered something tucked between the legal documents: a handwritten letter that began with the words, “Claire, please forgive me…”<\/p>\n
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