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Before the divorce, Jefferson Motley had a first love he could never forget. Snow fell hard outside the city hall. Jefferson glanced at his watch and frowned. "Let's go in. I have a meeting this afternoon." He walked ahead with his umbrella, taking long strides, not waiting for me at all. I followed behind him. Snow slipped into my collar, cold and sharp against my skin. I didn't speed up. This was the last time I would walk behind him. Inside, a staff member asked for the reason for our divorce. "Incompatible personalities," Jefferson said. I stayed silent. The truth was simple. He didn't love me. He never had. Not once.