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I thought our anniversary dinner would save my marriage, but instead, my husband and his mother humiliated me in front of a crowd. I walked out in tears and straight into someone who would end up changing my life forever.
I’m Elizabeth, 32, and I’ve never been someone who believed in fate. I liked plans, order, and knowing what came next.
I’d almost skipped the dinner party. Work had drained me, my curls were a mess, and I’d just finished arguing with my dry cleaner over a ruined blazer.
But my friend Marcy insisted, so I showed up thirty minutes late, underdressed, and already regretting it.
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