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Language: en
The trash I asked Ethan to take out three days ago is still sitting in the kitchen. It smells like rotting death, and fruit flies are swarming it. That’s when I knew—it was time for a divorce. That night, I slid the drafted divorce papers across the table to him. He looked up from his laptop, staring at me with a gaze that thought it could see right through me. "The day before yesterday, I was helping Chloe fix her data analysis. Her coding is weak, and I’m the only one she can ask." "Yesterday, she got followed walking home alone, and she was crying, begging me to just drop her off…