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Two days later, he was all over social media with Brielle, a local fitness influencer my daughters followed.
She’d posted a video from some rooftop pool. Evan was in the background, shirt open, smiling like he’d been released from prison instead of a marriage.
Mary saw the screen over my shoulder. “Is that Dad?”
She frowned. “Is that… Brielle?”
I put the phone down. “He should be ashamed of himself, hon.”
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