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My Husband Left Me For My Best Friend, Then Tried …

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made dinner most nights while Derek watched the game or scrolled his phone at the kitchen island.

We weren’t unhappy in the explosive way. We were unhappy in the quiet eroding way, like a foundation settling, cracking in places too small to notice until the wall splits.

My best friend was Linda Chow. We’d known each other since graduate school. Twenty continue reading …

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