Fractured Trust, Reawakened AffectionChapter 1
After eight years of marriage, my husband, who’d been living off me, cheated on me. I kept quiet and secretly poured out the lubricant from the bedroom drawer, replacing it with super glue.
Didn’t we promise not to be separated for the rest of our lives?
Let me help you both!
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After eight years of marriage, my husband cheated on me. After work, he’d always be glued to his phone, giggling and sneaking out late at night. It was clear that he was having an affair. Maybe he was trying to make up for it with some little gifts.
Roses before dinner, a gold ring on the bedside, the latest handbag...
He felt guilty, so he treated me better.
My husband earned money but didn’t come home; no mother-in-law or kids at home. I even think this kind of life isn’t too bad. I kept telling myself, “Isn’t cheating just something men do?”
I figured I could grit my teeth and endure it, but I didn’t expect that Ethan Malone and his affair would become even more brazen.
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My best friend and I just got back from a facial and shopping.