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Viviana's POV

Sundays used to feel like a luxury.

Now they felt like a pause between storms.

I'd been distracted enough because of the parents breakfast thing at Rocco's school. But ever since I'd returned, I kept replaying the conversation from the party like a broken film in my mind.

You are still my wife.

His voice, shocked, and fractured looped on repeat.

How could he say that?

How could he b