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I stared at him. “She committed a felony while I was at my prenatal appointment.”
“I know that. I’m saying I can handle it.”
That sentence snapped something final inside me.
No, he couldn’t handle it. He had been “handling it” for eight months—and what that meant was lying to me, using marital money to fund an affair, feeding a delusional twenty-five-year-old continue reading …
