My ex-husband invited me to his wedding so I could watch him marry the woman he’d replaced me with.
The invitation came in a cream-colored envelope with a handwritten note tucked inside.
“Hope we can finally all move on like adults, Leah.”
I laughed when I read it, but my hand shook.
Ethan loved words like adults, mature, healthy, and peaceful. He used them to make cruelty sound reasonable.
Three years earlier, after fifteen years of marriage, he stood in our kitchen and said, “You stopped making me feel alive.”