I Smelled His Betrayal
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I had worked for Customs and Border Protection for five years, but my unusually sensitive sense of smell was classified, so my husband always believed I was an ordinary office assistant.
On our third wedding anniversary, I saw the husband who claimed he had to work late standing in the airport arrivals hall.
He was gently brushing the hair away from his ex-girlfriend Celeste Vaughn's face, smiling at her tenderly.
When he noticed me, he lowered his hand as though nothing had happened and instinctively stepped in front of her.
"Nora, did you follow me? It's only a stupid anniversary. Is missing it going to kill you?
"Go on, then. What do you want this time? A purse? Shoes? Jewelry?"
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