My husband walked into our divorce hearing with his mistress on his arm, convinced he had already destroyed my life.

Madison followed us out but stopped several feet away.

“Iris,” she said.

I turned.

For once, there was no performance in her face.

“I thought I was entering a marriage that was already over,” she said. “That does not excuse me. I know it doesn’t. But I need you to know Jason told me you had family money hidden away, that you were manipulating him, that you had abandoned people before. I repeated things I had no right to believe.”

I did not know what to do with her apology. It was not the thing I needed most, but it was something.

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because I’m afraid I helped him,” she said. “And because when he asked me to lie last night, I realized he wasn’t asking me to protect him from you. He was asking me to become part of what he did to you.”

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