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"HUBBYYY I'M HOMEEEEEEEE!"

Just like the past eight days, she shouts the same thing whenever she's back from wherever she went. It used to be BABYYY I'M HOMEEEEEEEE but she changed it the day after we got married.

I haven't told her I know about the lies.

I am still giving her the chance to confess, because I guess, I guess I really love her too much that I don't want to face the reality, if she's going to walk away after the confrontation.

I've imagined marrying her since years ago, and now that I do I think I'm going to hold onto that Hubby title at least until we're back in New York. Let's just enjoy this honeymoon with the last bit of memories I can put in my mind before everything goes tumbling down.

I've thought about playing the game; to pretend I don't know anything at all. But I know myself better, and I refuse to live the rest of my life in hatred and resentment. I've already wasted four years of my life, I'm not going to be an idiot to spend the rest in denial.

Though