My breath hitched. "So that's it? You're bored? You found someone with better leggings and tighter abs, and suddenly the last sixteen years are, what? A mistake?"
"You've let yourself go," he said flatly.
That landed like a slap.
I blinked, slow and furious. "You know what I've let go of? Sleep. Privacy. Hot meals. Myself. I let myself go so you could chase promotions and sleep in on Saturdays while I kept our house and kids from catching on fire."
He rolled his eyes.
"You always do this."
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