PART 2: My husband went to the beach for 15 days with his “best friend” and came back thinking I was just going to cry

“Mariana, please. I’ll go to a hotel. I’ll get tested. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t… don’t tell my parents. Don’t let the office find out.”

I stared at him, genuinely amazed. Even now, with a life-altering contagion potentially coursing through his veins, he was worried about his reputation. He was worried about the “Vargas” name that he had continue reading …