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"Dorian Hayes, ten years of marriage, and you've made me the biggest laughingstock in this city." At twenty-one, I thought I'd grasped happiness when he covered ten miles in flowers and lit up the night sky with 500 drones to propose. But I learned too late—romance expires, vows rot, and even hearts can mold. When I first caught him cheating in his office, I miscarried so violently the doctors said I'd never conceive again. He knelt by my hospital bed, sobbing: "Zadie, you're the only one I'll ever love." Yet the next month, his mistress Sienna was pregnant. That twenty-something girl strutted into our home, thrusting her ultrasound in my face: "A barren hen should know when to get lost!" I smiled, dialing Dorian's number—listening to his panicked voice: "Divorce! We're done!"