The Police Showed Up Before My Cheating Husband Could

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“Yes.”

He looked toward the empty driveway.

“You expecting trouble?”

“I’m preventing it.”

He nodded once.

Asked no more questions.

For the next two hours, the sound of drills echoed through the quiet neighborhood.

Deadbolts.

Front door.

Back door.

Garage entrance.

Every old lock disappeared into a metal bucket.

One by one, brand-new keys landed in my palm.

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