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I borrowed my husband’s spare phone for my business trip, and on day three, I got an accidental text with a cropped photo that shook me. My husband’s mistress was lounging in my bedroom, wearing my bathrobe. She wasn’t a stranger.
That was the moment I decided to show them what betrayal really costs.
We were high school sweethearts, and he was the charming guy everyone loved while I was the quiet bookworm who couldn’t believe he chose me.
After years of being a full-time mom, I eventually took on a part-time consulting job that let me work mostly from home.
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