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We’ve been married for 20 years. Two kids. A life I thought was perfect. The next morning… he kissed me goodbye like nothing happened. And I smiled… like an idiot. Something felt off. So I called my best friend, Tamson. When I showed her the message… she looked guilty. I went back home. Then I heard the door open. My husband’s voice… and a woman laughing. I froze. Because I knew that voice. Tamson. My best friend. They walked upstairs. To my bedroom. I followed them. And opened the door.