Secrets of a Cheating Wife
After I passed my probation at work, I would always get home late. Winona would always be asleep by the time I arrived home.
As I admired her serene sleeping face, my heart softened. I gently got into bed, careful not to wake her.
Just then, her phone buzzed. The message lit up the screen before my eyes.
'Tomorrow night at nine. Room 8102 at Pinnacle Hotel. I'll be waiting for you, babe.'
It was a blatant invitation to meet in a hotel room. No matter how much I tried to bury my head in the sand, I knew that this was clear evidence she was cheating on me.
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