He left me. My husband just came, threw divorce papers at me, took his clothes, and left. No fight, no explanation. He didn’t even let me talk to him. I was crushed. While moving out, he forgot his laptop. It’s a shame, but I snapped. I opened it and found them—texts from a contact named “LOVE.” Man, such a cliché. The last texts were about meeting at a café. I had to see her. So, the next day, at the arranged time, I’m there. Seconds later… I froze, terrified.
That’s when I saw my husband, bugging his “LOVE”—it was my sister.Nicolette
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