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My Wife Left Me for a Football Star… On Valentine’s Day | Daily Telly Talks
Aug 11, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Wife Left Me for a Football Star… On Valentine’s Day | Daily Telly Talks This Valentine’s Day was supposed to be magical—just me, my wife, and the memories we were going to create. Instead, I watched the love of my life walk out of a club hand-in-hand with a local football star… and never come back. This is the story of how everything shattered in one night—and how I found the strength to stand back up. 💔 A raw, emotional tale of love, betrayal, and starting over. 📌 If you’ve ever felt broken, this is for you. 🔔 Subscribe for more powerful stories
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February always was the worst. A month
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of sullen gray skies, of temperatures
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that gnawed at your bones and a
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relentless, soulcrushing cold. But this
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February was a new low. It had been 2
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weeks since I'd seen the sun. Two weeks
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of a world painted in shades of
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monochrome. I sat on my balcony, a habit
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I'd resurrected with the newfound
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comfort of a steady income. The kids
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were away at their grandparents, leaving
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me in a quiet, empty house to think. My
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wife, Linda, and I had big plans for
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Valentine's Day. It fell on a Thursday,
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and we'd planned to take Friday off,
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extending the celebration into a long,
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romantic weekend. But the city had other
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ideas. A blizzard, a monster of a storm
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that dropped 2 ft of snow in a day, shut
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everything down. Our plans for a night
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out turned into a quiet evening with the
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kids, a shared frozen pizza, and the
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endless loop of Frozen for Emma, six,
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and Timmy, four, who were ecstatic about
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a surprise snow day. Later, after the
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kids were finally asleep, I poured Linda
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a glass of wine. "I'm sorry," I said, a
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wave of disappointment washing over me.
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"I'm sorry about our night out." She
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took my hand, her touch warm and
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reassuring. "It's not your fault, Jim,"
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she said, her smile gentle. The
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anticipation was half the fun. She was
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right. I hadn't even seen the new gown
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she'd sewn for the occasion, a creation
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she'd kept a secret until we went out.
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She was always like that, a meticulous
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artist with a needle and thread, and she
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looked fantastic in everything she wore.
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I lifted my glass, toasting the
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10-year-old diamond on her finger, the
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one I had given her when she had said
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yes. "I love you, Linda," I said, and
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she leaned into me, a soft warmth in her
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embrace. "I love you, too," she replied.
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We talked for a while, confessing our
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shared grumpiness, a symptom of the
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brutal February. We joked about
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hibernating until spring, just like the
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bears we'd seen on a documentary with
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the kids. But despite the bleakness, we
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had each other. We had our healthy,
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happy children. We had a roof over our
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heads and food in the fridge. "How do
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people get through times like this
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without love?" I asked a profound, heavy
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question. She looked at me, her eyes
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clouded with a memory. Sometimes they
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don't," she said, a sadness in her voice
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as she recalled a high school boyfriend
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who had taken his own life on
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Valentine's Day. Determined to banish
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the gloom, I took her hands in mine.
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"Happy Valentine's Day," I said, a smile
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on my face. "Let's take our celebration
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to the bedroom." The blizzard had given
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us an unexpected 3-day weekend. With the
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city shut down, we were in our own
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little world, playing in the snow with
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the kids, watching movies, and just
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being a family.
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Emma and Timmy, exhausted from the fun,
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went to bed without a fuss, leaving
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Linda and me to ourselves.
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But the magic of our earlier moment had
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faded. The kids had only wanted to watch
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Frozen, and Linda had playfully refused
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to show me the new dress.
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You'll have to take me out to see it,
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she teased. By Sunday evening, the plows
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had finally come through, and we were
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back to the reality of the impending
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work week. Before bed, Emma and Timmy
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thanked us for the best weekend ever,
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and I felt a deep connection to Linda. A
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silent, unspoken promise that we were a
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team. The quiet of our life shattered a
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few nights later. The phone rang, and
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Linda's face lit up as she talked to her
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friend De. I knew what was coming before
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she even hung up. "Da,"
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she said, her eyes shining with
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excitement. "A night out to end this
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dreadful February dinner, dancing, a
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hotel room. She's even arranged for a
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babysitter. I was hesitant. It was a lot
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of planning, a lot of money, a lot of
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everything. Jim, everything is planned
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perfectly, she insisted. The restaurant,
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the club, the hotel, it's all downtown.
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We don't even have to drive. I knew she
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would get her way. She was like that, a
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force of nature when she wanted
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something. I relented, but on one
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condition, she had to wear the new
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dress. "As you wish, my lord," she said
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with a seductive smile. When she came
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down the stairs, I was utterly
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speechless. The dress, a rich, vibrant
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blue, made her eyes glow. It had long
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sleeves and a high neck, but it was
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anything but demure.
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The flared skirt caught the light as she
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moved, a whisper of fabric that was both
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elegant and enticing. She was a vision.
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"You don't realize how amazing you
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look," I managed. A lump in my throat.
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At the restaurant, we joined our friends
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and I spent the night telling Linda how
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stunning she was. My hand finding its
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way to her back, her knee, her arm, a
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constant possessive touch. The night was
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ours. After dinner, we headed to the
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club. Neither of us having drunk much,
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so I was glad I didn't have to drive.
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The club was packed, but we had
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reservations. Everyone noticed Linda.
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She was the most beautiful woman there,
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and I told her so. A proud grin on my
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face. You're getting a lot of attention,
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I whispered. Oh, you flattery will get
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you everywhere, she teased, clinging to
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my arm. We danced, lost in our own
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world. When our friend Dave asked her to
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dance, she declined, giving me a look
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that said this night was ours alone. I
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was in heaven. "Is it time to leave
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already?" I whispered. "Not yet," she
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replied, her eyes sparkling. "We need
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our energy for what's planned." During a
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break, a cheer went up from a nearby
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table. Mark Lavalier, the local football
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star, was at the club. The women in our
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group pried and fluttered, all hoping to
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catch his eye. But Linda and I were in
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our own bubble, a world of two. Then he
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approached our table. "Hi, I'm Mark," he
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said, extending a hand to Linda. "Would
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you like to dance?" My heart sank.
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Linda, without a glance in my direction,
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took his hand and stood. She was a
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graceful dancer and he was even better.
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They were a stunning couple, a vision of
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athleticism and elegance. De tried to
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distract me, but I couldn't look away. I
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watched as Linda, my wife, melted into
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his arms. He whispered something in her
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ear, and she smiled, a radiant, genuine
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smile. When the song ended, he led her
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back to the table, and for the first
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time that night, she looked at me. The
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fear in her eyes was unmistakable. I
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took her hand and it trembled in mine.
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"Maybe it's time to head to our room for
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the next dance," I whispered, a
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desperate hope in my voice. Her eyes
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widened in a raw, panicked fear. "Sorry,
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everyone," she said, her voice a little
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too loud. "I need to go to the
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bathroom." D, with a quick, nervous
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glance at me, said she would go with
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her. I waited. 5 minutes became 10, then
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15. My stomach was a tight churning
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knot. I went to the bar and D
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reappearing alone told me she's fine.
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Jim, she just left the club. Where did
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she go? I asked, my voice rising in a
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panic. Dragged me to a dark corner. Jim,
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she said, her voice dripping with a
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condescending pity. Linda loves you and
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the kids more than anything. But
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tonight, she's with Mark. The world
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tilted. My beautiful, devoted wife, who
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had refused to dance with our friend,
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was now with the town hero.
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She didn't even have the decency to tell
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me to my face, I said, a white hot fury
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rising in my throat. D tried to plate
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me, insisting that it was just one night
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that Linda would be back, that I was too
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good a man to lose her. But I wasn't
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listening.
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I was looking at the woman who had just
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helped my wife betray me, and all I
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could feel was disgust.
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"I'll remember how much she loves me
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tonight," I said, my voice dangerously
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low.
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I'll remember how she didn't want to be
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embarrassed by leaving her husband for a
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jock.
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I returned to the table, the
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conversation dying as soon as I
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approached. Everyone knew. Why not? I
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said when someone suggested I wouldn't
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divorce her over this. I tossed a $20
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bill on the table. That'll cover my
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bill. You can cover for the trumpet I
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came with. I walked out of the club and
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into the cold night. The hotel room,
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which was supposed to be a place of love
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and intimacy, was now a hollow mockery.
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On the pillows, the chocolates. In the
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middle of the bed, a pair of underwear
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that was not Linda's. A final cruel
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twist of the knife. I threw the lingerie
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in the trash, gathered our things, and
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checked out. I drove home, the car in
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echo chamber of my rage and grief. The
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house was empty. I didn't sleep.
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Instead, I started to destroy our life.
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I flushed my wedding ring down the
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toilet, packed all of Linda's belongings
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into trash bags, and changed the garage
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code. When I was finished, the house was
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a war zone, a testament to the
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destruction of our marriage. The Morning
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Papers headline was a final public
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humiliation. Mark Levalier's new
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girlfriend.
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Below it was a picture of Linda and Mark
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kissing as they left the club. My world,
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which had been slowly crumbling, had now
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been publicly nuked. I sent the article
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to my friends with a furious email. I
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called Linda's mother, who was shocked
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and horrified. I arranged for my parents
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to take the children for the weekend. I
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knew my new life, a life without Linda,
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would be hard. But I also knew I
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couldn't stay. She had betrayed me, and
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my friends had covered for her. I was
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alone, a man on the brink with only one
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thing left to do. I had to fight.