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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

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her play ‘auntie’ to our girl while you were planning your next getaway.”

I picked up his expensive leather suitcase and threw it toward the door. It burst open, spilling out silk shirts, a pair of her lace underwear he’d tucked away like a trophy, and several bottles of high-end antibiotics he’d bought in a panic.

“Get out,” I said.

“Mariana, I have continue reading …

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