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At our final divorce hearing, the judge asked the usual questions. "Three years married. You're sure it's over?" I slipped off my wedding ring. "We've been married three years, Your Honor. We spent all three living apart. What's left?" For two years, Ethan Carter was my person. Pinned at the top of his chats. His emergency contact. The one he always turned to. I thought I'd chosen right. Then, on our wedding day, he got a call, went pale, said his mother was sick, and vanished. For three years, he sent photos of every meal, but never once showed me his "sick" mother. I offered to quit my job and move there to help. "I can't let you give up your career," he said. A month ago, I found Serena Collins's treatment vlog. There was Ethan. [He's there when I wake up. He's there at every meal. And whenever I need a hand to hold, it's always his.] For 1,095 days, I'd been waiting for a husband who was living another life. He lied. The judge asked, "Have you thought this through?" I nodded. When she declared us divorced, I stared at the decree. Then my phone lit up. [Ethan: Honey, I'm finally coming home!] At the final divorce hearing, the judge asked the usual questions. "You've only been married for three years. Are you certain the marriage is beyond repair?" I pressed my lips together, slipped off my wedding ring, and placed it on the table. "We've been married for three years, Your Honor, and we've spent all three of them living apart. What feelings could possibly be left between us?" During the two years Ethan Carter and I dated, my chat was pinned at the top of his WhatsApp, I was listed as his emergency contact, and he'd even listed me as someone to contact in an emergency. I truly believed I'd chosen the right man. Then, on our wedding day, he answered a call and his expression suddenly changed. When I asked what was wrong, he told me his mother wasn't doing well. He left everything behind, booked the first flight back to his hometown, and disappea
