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I’m 48F, and my son accidentally introduced me to the woman I thought ruined my marriage. At least, that’s what I believed for about 10 terrifying minutes.
Four years ago, my marriage ended in one instant.
I remember the weather, the time on the microwave, the stupid buzz of my phone.
I walked into the bedroom.
My husband, Tom, was in our bed. So was a woman I had never seen before.
They both froze. She grabbed the sheet.
I set my keys on the dresser, turned around, and walked out.
No screaming.
No bargaining. No “how long has this been going on?”
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