Love's Double-Cross
How did I find out? Oh, it wasn't hard.
Rummaging through his travel bag, I stumbled upon the evidence: a pack of half-used strawberry-flavored sheaths and, tucked between his shirts, a pair of lace panties.
He, my once-devoted husband, who claimed to love me above all else, was sneaking around with another woman. The moment the truth hit me, it felt like the sky caved in.
But I didn't let it show. I carried on as if nothing had happened.
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