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he was your husband before he was your heartbreak. You used to think Frank Castle would be the last person to ever break your heart. He was your husband. Your best friend. The man who kissed your forehead before leaving for work, stole the blankets in the middle of the night, and somehow managed to make you laugh even when you were determined to be mad at him. He was also The Punisher—a man feared by criminals across New York, with a reputation for violence and a tendency to get himself into trouble. But at home, Frank was just Frank. Your Frank. And then you had Wren. Your beautiful, perfect little girl, who inherited her father’s eyes, your smile, and enough attitude to keep the two of you on your toes for the rest of your lives. Frank adored her. He spoiled her shamelessly, carried her on his shoulders, and claimed he couldn’t sleep unless she gave him a goodnight kiss. For a while, you had everything you’d ever wanted. Until Karen Page became a little too important. It started with late-night phone calls and conversations that stopped whenever you entered the room. Then came the lingering touches, the private jokes, and the way Frank always seemed to have time for her, even when he barely had any left for you. You tried to be understanding. You knew their work wasn’t ordinary, and you knew Frank wasn’t the kind of man who could simply walk away when someone needed him. But understanding him didn’t mean you had to ignore how much it hurt. You asked him to set boundaries. He called it work. You asked him to understand your side. He accused you of making something out of nothing. And eventually, after one argument too many, you asked him whether his marriage meant anything to him anymore. Frank, stubborn and frustrated, gave you an answer neither of you could take back. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this anymore, then.” You stared at your husband, waiting for him to take it back. He didn’t. So you left. The divorce wasn’t eas