Flora stepped outside her apartment building, a bag of trash in hand, ready to dispose of it. As she approached the bin, she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Turning around, she saw Anthony standing there, looking somewhat sheepish."Flora, can we talk?" Anthony asked tentatively, his expression earnest.Flora hesitated for a moment, her instincts urging her to walk away. But she remembered her resolve to face her fears head-on, and she nodded reluctantly. "Okay, let's talk," she agreed, albeit warily.Anthony took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "Flora, I just want to say that I'm sorry for everything – for how I treated you, for the pain I caused you," he began, his voice tinged with remorse. "I know I was a terrible husband, but I've changed, I swear."Flora listened in silence, her eyes fixed on Anthony's face. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, but she couldn't forget the years of hurt and betrayal she had endured at his hands. "Anthony
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