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The husband blinked.
“For garlic,” the judge continued casually, “you can crush it lightly with the side of a knife and the peel comes right off. Onions? Chill them first—less sting, faster chopping. Dishes soak better with hot water and a bit of vinegar. Laundry lasts longer if you separate colors properly. Saves arguments.”
The husband stared at the judge, confused. This wasn’t what he expected. The judge kept going, listing household tricks with the confidence of someone who had learned them the hard way. He spoke about efficiency, routines, compromise. About how marriages were often less about grand betrayals and more about the slow grind of everyday life.
“If you’re willing,” the judge said finally, “you can withdraw your petition. Sometimes the problem isn’t the work itself, but how we look at it.”
There was a pause.
Then, slowly, the husband exhaled. His shoulders dropped even further, but this time not from defeat—more from clarity. He nodded.
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