When Betrayal Burns: A Husband's Revenge

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I couldn' t get out of. I missed her. The hotel room was col

ir perfectly done even though

d to see you befo

a angle changed. For a split second, I saw her nightstand. Next to her lamp sat a

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ce flushed, and she couldn' t m

" I asked, m

hear you." The screen started to pixelate, but I knew she was t

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aybe it was a gift for her father. Maybe she bought it for me and was telling the truth. But

ted Olivia. I trusted my sister, Sarah, who was Olivia' s best fr

my phone buzzed

ut completely," she said, her voice soundin

okay,"

makeup was flawless. She was wearing a pair of small diamond earrings I had neve

rent way. "You look nic

ay at home. Cleaned

ngs, aren' t they? Th

I just found them in my jewelry box." Another lie. I knew her jewelry box. I'

ged the subject. "I can' t wait for you to come home. I

her. I let the hope push down the ugly feeling in my gut. Maybe t

onto that sliver of hope. Olivia met me at the doo

r surprise!" s

astic keychain from a gas station, the kind tha

ew designer handbag sitting on our kitchen counter. And

fade. It shattered. And in its place, a co