I Married My Best Friend—Days Before Our Fifth Anniversary, I Heard Him Say, “She Walked Right Into My Trap”

against my leg.

My fingers tightened until the paper handles dug painfully into my skin.

Who was he talking to?

What trap?

Why did it involve me?

Silence stretched between his sentences.

Then his voice grew quieter.

“I kept everything.”

A chill raced through my body.

Everything?

I edged closer without thinking.

The hardwood floor creaked.

I stopped breathing.

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