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My name is Olivia Miller, and for nearly eight months, my husband, Jason, had been living with another woman across town. He refused to answer my calls when the roof leaked or when my mother was hospitalized.
He did not even come home when my father’s heart condition worsened during the winter. During that entire time, he only sent me one cold text message.
Then my parents died in a terrible car accident on their way back from a family visit in Asheville, North Carolina. In a single night, I lost the only two people who had ever loved me unconditionally.
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