I caught my husband texting with his coworker

him. Really look at him. The man I married. The man who lied. The man who betrayed me with his fingers tapping secrets into a screen.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “But I needed you to see what you’ve done. Not just to me. To them. To yourself.”

He leans against the counter, defeated. “I messed up.”

“Yes,” I say, rinsing a plate. “You did.”

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