A Goodbye Without a Period
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Summary
The day the pork stamp was pressed against my cheek, I was reborn.
It was a joke, a little prank from Lucas’s young secretary during what was meant to be our seventh-anniversary dinner. She was pouring me a glass of wine when she did it, laughing as the greasy, purple ink branded my skin.
This time, I didn’t slap her like I did in my last life.
And I didn’t scream at Lucas like a madwoman, demanding a divorce when he rushed to her defense.
Instead, I just smiled at him, a calm, serene little smile.
