After we got married, Jacob said he wanted a homemade lunch for work. So I dragged myself up at five to make it.By noon? That same lunch showed up on his secretary Linda's feed:[Thanks for caring, Mr. Haag. My stomach doesn't hurt today!]I asked him why. He just shrugged. "It's a lunch. Who cares who eats it?"I was clearly upset, so he dangled some island trip.But when I showed up at the airport, suitcase in hand, I got this:[Sorry, Yuna. Something urgent came up. Business trip. I'll make it up to you.]I went home alone. Noticed that his IP address was still the same as before. Business trip? Nonsense.Stuff like that? Pretty standard with Jacob.Take tonight—he stumbled in reeking of drugstore perfume, clinging to Linda like a drunk prom date."Sorry, Mrs. Haag. He drank for me," she mumbled, all innocent, eyes on the floor. That fresh hickey on her neck? Yeah, not exactly subtle.Later, changing his shirt, I spotted a lipstick smudge—Linda's usual shade.Didn't nee
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