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My Wife Danced With Her Boss… So I Made a Plan She'll Never Forget | True Story
Aug 10, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Wife Danced With Her Boss… So I Made a Plan She'll Never Forget | True Story The night she danced with her boss, everything changed. I watched from the shadows as the truth slowly unfolded—my wife of eleven years was in love with someone else. But this isn’t a story of heartbreak... it’s a story of strategy, revenge, and reclaiming control. What started with a traffic ticket turned into a dark web of secrets, betrayal, and deception. But I didn’t lash out—I planned. Watch this emotional, slow-burn drama where a husband uncovers the truth and delivers justice in the most unexpected way. 🔥 Subscribe for more gripping stories that dig into love, betrayal, and revenge. #CheatingWife #RevengeStory #InfidelityDrama #TrueStory #NarratedDrama
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The air in the ballroom was thick with
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the scent of perfume, cheap champagne,
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and an unspoken tension.
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I stood in a dim corner, a silent
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observer in a sea of celebration, my
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eyes fixed on the couple at the center
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of the dance floor. Her honey blonde
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hair cascaded over a firm shoulder as he
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pulled her closer. Their movements were
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graceful, perfectly synchronized. He, a
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tall, imposing figure with the agility
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of an athlete. She, my wife of 11 years,
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her small frame pressed tightly against
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his. They were the center of attention,
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a couple lost in their own world. I
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might have felt a pang of envy if the
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man holding my wife weren't her boss.
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Instead, I felt a surge of cold, bitter
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rage. This wasn't our first company
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banquet, and everyone here knew Kelsey
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was married to me.
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As they swayed, I noticed glances from
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colleagues, a few of them searching for
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me, their eyes wide with a mix of pity
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and morbid curiosity.
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After three dances, they broke apart and
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returned to a central table where the
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company's elite gathered. I watched as
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Kelsey's gaze followed him, the same
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look of fervent adoration she used to
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reserve for me. The revulsion inside me
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was a ticking time bomb. The pressure
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was building and I knew an explosion was
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imminent. I walked to the bar seeking a
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temporary escape from the scene.
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Maryanne, an acquaintance from Kelsey's
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old job, was already there several
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drinks deep. Having a good time? I
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asked, figning a casual air. She
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laughed, slurring her words slightly.
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Oh, sure. Harold loves the free drinks.
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I smiled, refilling my glass. Me, too.
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Hey, have you seen Jason's wife,
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Shannon? She's usually here. Maryanne
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leaned in, her voice a boozy whisper.
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Oh, didn't Kel tell you? Jason served
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her with divorce papers today. Said she
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was neglecting her marital
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responsibilities.
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The words hit me like a physical blow.
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Divorce papers today. My mind raced,
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connecting the dots I had refused to
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see. I returned to their table, a glass
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of white wine for Kelsey in my hand.
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They were so engrossed in each other,
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they didn't notice me until I set the
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glass down. "I brought you a wine," I
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said, my voice unnaturally calm. "The
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table went silent." People suddenly
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found the tablecloth fascinating, or the
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far wall a point of interest. I saw a
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young guy across the table flash a
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smile, catching my eye before his
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expression melted into a horrified
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blankness. The humiliation was a
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physical weight on my shoulders. By 1
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out. The room had thinned out. Most
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people had left, but Kelsey and Jason
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were still locked in their own private
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bubble. "Honey," I said, breaking the
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silence. "We should probably head home.
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I need to get the babysitter back." A
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wave of relief washed over the entire
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table. The drive home was silent. Kelsey
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wore a dreamy smile, lost in her own
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world.
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I dropped the babysitter off, and when I
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returned, I found her already in bed,
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asleep.
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After checking on our 9-year-old
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daughter, Caitlyn, I went to the spare
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room. The last time Kelsey and I had
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been intimate felt like a lifetime ago.
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I closed my eyes. The ceiling, the only
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thing I could focus on before a restless
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sleep took me. The unraveling of my
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life, I realized had started with a
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traffic ticket, a red light camera
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violation.
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When the notice arrived, I had chuckled,
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recognizing Kelsey's car. But when I
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opened the envelope, my smile vanished.
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The photo showed her driving, but a
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man's shoulder and arm were visible next
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to her. The date was March 5th. I
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remembered the day clearly. She had told
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me she was going to Mary's to pick up
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clothes for her sister, Kate. A quick
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check on Google Maps showed the
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intersection was on the opposite side of
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town from Mary's house. I brushed it
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off, but a seed of doubt had been
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planted. Over the next months, the seed
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grew into a monstrous thorny tree.
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Holiday arguments became commonplace.
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Affection dwindled and our conversations
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became a mechanical routine about work
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and Caitlyn. As a man with a substantial
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trust fund and a clear understanding of
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our financial situation, I knew I was in
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a strong position.
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I called my lawyer, Bill, and outlined a
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plan. I wasn't ready to act yet, but I
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needed to be prepared.
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Bill referred me to a rogue private
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investigator named Larry, a former cop
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with a reputation for getting results by
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any means necessary.
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Larry's findings were a gut punch. I sat
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in Bill's office. my breath catching in
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my throat as he played hours of footage,
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showed me photographs, and presented me
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with phone logs. The evidence was
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irrefutable.
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My wife was having an affair with Jason
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Stanton.
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Then came the final devastating piece of
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evidence. A recording from the day
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before of Kelsey and Jason talking. "Do
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you love me, Kel?" Jason's voice was a
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low purr. Yes, my dear," Kelsey replied,
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her voice filled with a giddy
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excitement. "You're perfect. I love you,
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and I want us to be a family. You, me,
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and Caitlyn." I pushed back my chair, my
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vision blurring, my chest tight. Bill
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stopped the recording.
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"He can't offer you what I can," Jason
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had said, his disdain for me oozing
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through the phone. "He's weak, a beta
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without drive or ambition. I'll be a far
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better father.
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The word stung, but what hurt most was
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Kelsey's calm acceptance of his plan to
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take my daughter.
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I spent the weekend in a fog, grappling
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with my grief and anger. It dawned on me
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that the outcome was inevitable. I had
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already lost my wife and my family. The
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only thing left was to decide how and on
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whose terms. I wouldn't follow them, and
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I wouldn't step aside. I would lead. On
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Monday morning, I met with Bill and
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Larry.
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I want everything filed. I told them my
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plan was simple, brutal, and
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comprehensive. I wanted to file for
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divorce, but with one condition, that I
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received primary custody of Caitlyn. I
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would sue Jason for alienation of
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affection, a legal maneuver I knew would
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hit him where it hurt. I also wanted to
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financially assist Shannon, Jason's
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wife, in her own divorce, making sure
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she was fully informed of the situation.
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And to add a final twist, I wanted to
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sue Kelsey's company for allowing the
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affair to flourish under Jason's
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supervision.
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Bill and Larry exchanged a look. This
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will be expensive, Matt, Bill warned. I
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have the money, I replied, my voice
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hard. This isn't about money. It's about
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leading. I won't be a victim. On Monday
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afternoon, I went to Bill's office to
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pick up the final paperwork. We filed
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everything this morning. He said, "The
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server will arrive at your house
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tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. I sent a text to
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Kelsey. Will you be home by 5:30? I want
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to make us dinner." She replied with an
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emoji, her usual playful response. I
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felt a pang of guilt for the deception,
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but it was a small price to pay for what
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was to come. I cooked our favorite meal,
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set the table, and waited for her to
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arrive.