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In my past life, my successful husband, Grant Thorne, slid divorce papers across the table the very night he learned his first love was single again. I refused to sign. Twenty-plus years of marriage—I thought I could still win him back. Then she remarried. He fell apart, tumbled down the office staircase, and lost the use of his legs from the waist down. I fed him, bathed him, turned him in bed, and cared for him for ten years. On his deathbed, he grabbed my hand, his eyes full of regret. "Serena, the greatest regret of my life is not marrying Cordelia when I had the chance." My son, Lance Thorne, blamed me for it all. Said I'd trapped his father. Then he put me in the cheapest nursing home he could find. The night I died in those moldy sheets, the wind howled outside, and no one even came to claim my body. Then I opened my eyes. Grant was sitting across from me, his voice calm as he delivered the news. "Cordelia is divorced. Let's end this." I pushed the pen toward him and smiled. "Fine. This time, you're free."