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10 Years of Marriage Betrayed: Caught My Wife’s Secret Affair! | Early Fast news
My name is Jack Wilson, a high school physics teacher who lived 10 years of love and trust—until the day I discovered my wife’s shocking betrayal. What started as a normal trip turned into a nightmare of lies, deceit, and heartbreak. Watch as I confront the truth, expose the affair, and reclaim my life. This is a story of betrayal, courage, and standing up for yourself when everything you believed shatters.
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My name is Jack Wilson and for 10 years
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I was frozen in a moment of pure
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unblenmished happiness. It was the
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moment I saw my wife Megan Parker
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packing her suitcase.
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At 35, the high school physics teacher
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in me still marveled at the physics of
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her beauty. The way the morning light
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caught her auburn hair like spun gold,
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the intense focus in her emerald eyes.
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Even after a decade of marriage, the
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mere sight of her could make my heart
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skip a beat.
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Are you sure you have everything for the
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conference? I asked, leaning against the
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doorframe, my voice laced with a
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familiar tenderness.
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Megan paused, a soft smile gracing her
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lips. I think so. 5 days in Chicago. I
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want to be prepared for anything.
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My gaze drifted to the delicate lace
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lingerie she was carefully folding into
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her bag. I recognized the exquisite set,
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a gift from our anniversary just last
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month. A warm wave of affection washed
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over me. "Packing something special, I
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see," I remarked with a playful smirk. A
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faint blush crept up her cheeks. "Well,
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you never know. There might be a fancy
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dinner." But as she continued to pack, a
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subtle, disquing detail began to
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surface. She'd spent 20 minutes longer
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on her makeup than usual, meticulously
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applying eyeshadow she typically
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reserved for our date nights. Her hair,
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usually in a practical bun, now cascaded
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in soft, alluring waves. She spritzed on
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the expensive jasmine and vanilla
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perfume I'd given her, the scent filling
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the air with memories that were now
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starting to feel strangely distant.
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As she finally zipped her suitcase shut,
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a prickle of something undefined, a
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vague unease settled over me. I
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immediately dismissed it. This was
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Megan, my wife, the woman I trusted more
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than anyone.
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"I'll miss you," she whispered, her lips
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brushing against mine in a lingering
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kiss. "I'll miss you, too," I replied,
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my eyes following her every move as she
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descended the stairs. The house felt
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strangely empty the moment she was gone.
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I sat down to grade a mountain of exams,
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but the quiet was a stark contrast to
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her vibrant presence.
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It was then my phone buzzed with an
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unfamiliar number. The cryptic message
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read, "Your wife isn't who you think she
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is. Check the guest list for the Palmer
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Hotel." A cold dread snake down my
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spine. My first instinct was to delete
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it, to dismiss it as a prank. But the
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unsettling whispers of my own
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subconscious refused to be silenced. I
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opened my laptop, my fingers slightly
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trembling, and navigated to the
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conference website.
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My heart pounded a frantic rhythm
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against my ribs as I filled out the
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attendee search. When the results
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loaded, my breath hitched. No matches
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found. "This can't be right," I said
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aloud. A deeper, more insidious fear
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took hold. I opened our shared
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electronic calendar. Her conference was
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clearly marked, but tucked beneath it,
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an entry I didn't recognize glowed
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ominously.
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AM special project.
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The initials felt sickeningly familiar.
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Adam Reeves, the charismatic new gym
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teacher Megan had been spending an
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inordinate amount of time with lately.
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Replaying the last few months in my
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mind. Small details took on a sinister
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new meaning. The new figure hugging
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dresses, the late nights she'd spent at
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school, the secretive way she would turn
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her phone away when texting. I shook my
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head, trying to fight the narrative
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taking shape. I'm letting my imagination
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run wild. But almost against my will, I
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found myself drawn to her home office.
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A small slip of paper peeked out from
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between the pages of a thick art
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textbook.
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My hands trembled as I unfolded the
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note.
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The slightly slanted handwriting
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instantly confirmed my worst fears.
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Can't wait for our special weekend. You
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are my muse and my passion.
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The architect of revenge.
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The initial wave of shock gave way to a
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cold, hard resolve. I needed help.
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Someone to ground me in this nightmare.
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Without consciously thinking, I dialed a
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familiar number. Jack, what's wrong?
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Sarah Chen, a former student who had
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become a close friend, immediately
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registered the distress in my tone.
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"Sarah, I I need your help," I said, my
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voice cracking. I recounted everything,
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the message, the fabricated conference,
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the hidden note. She listened without
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interruption, her expression growing
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increasingly troubled. "When I finished,
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a long silence hung in the air." "Jack,
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I'm so sorry," she said softly.
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But I have to tell you,
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I've suspected something was going on
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for weeks. I didn't want to cause
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trouble over something that might have
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been nothing.
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My anger softened into a grim
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acceptance.
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So, what do we do now? A flicker of
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determination ignited in her eyes. Now,
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we confirm it once and for all. I have
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some contacts who can help us track her
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phone location. We'll know for sure if
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she's with him at that resort.
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It took Sarah only a few tense minutes.
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Her tablet screen displayed a blinking
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dot clearly pinpointing Megan's
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location. The Oceanana Resort.
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"I'll come with you," Sarah said firmly,
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cutting off my protest. "I won't take no
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for an answer. You're not in a state to
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drive. We'll book a room under my name.
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You decide how you want to play this."
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As Sarah made the arrangements, a
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strange sense of calm settled over me.
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The pain was still a dull ache, but now
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it was overlaid with a steely resolve.
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They thought they could deceive me. I
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would show them just how wrong they
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were.
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The confrontation.
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The opulent ocean on a resort stood in
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stark contrast to my internal turmoil.
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We booked a room adjacent to theirs and
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quietly set up a camera aimed at their
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door.
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As we waited, voices drifted from the
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suite next door. voices I knew all too
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well. "Oh, Adam." Megan's breathy laugh
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pierced my heart. "Tonight is going to
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be the most passionate yet. Poor Jack
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has no idea what he's missing. Sometimes
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I just can't believe how blind he is." A
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white hot rage, searing and
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all-consuming, surged through me. My
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hands clenched into fists, but Sarah's
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touch was a calming anchor. "Stick to
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the plan," she whispered.
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I knocked. The door swung open and Megan
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stood there clad in a silk robe, her
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face flushing with shock. "Jack," she
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stammered. "Surprise, darling," I said,
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my voice dangerously calm. "I thought
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I'd join you for this teachers
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conference."
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Adam appeared behind her, his confident
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swagger instantly dissolving, their
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panicked lies unraveled immediately.
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Before they could fabricate an excuse, I
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delivered the first blow. I video called
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Adam's wife, Emily, forcing them to
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confess their betrayal live. Megan and
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Adam's pathetic stammering was met with
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Emily's silent, heartbroken stare. With
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that done, I had them sign written
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confessions acknowledging their affair.
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"This is blackmail," Adam sputtered.
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"No," I corrected. "This is
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consequences."
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That evening, I suggested we all have
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dinner in the hotel's main restaurant.
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Megan and Adam were hesitant, but I
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insisted. As we sat at a prominent
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table, I casually placed my phone face
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up, ostensibly to check my messages.
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Unbeknownst to them, I had just
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activated a live stream to the school's
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social media account. So, I began, my
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voice carrying clearly across the noisy
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restaurant.
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Let's talk about your affair. How long
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has this been going on?
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The whispers from nearby tables began
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immediately. Megan's face went pale as
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her phone started buzzing relentlessly
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with notifications.
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You You promised. Adam stammered, his
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face a mask of fear. I promised I
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wouldn't tell anyone. I corrected him, a
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grim smile on my lips. And I didn't. You
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both did. Their world imploded in real
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time. Their phones vibrated with
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messages from colleagues, students, and
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parents. The live stream had gone viral.
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"I think I've lost my appetite," I said,
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standing up. "Enjoy your meal." "Oh, and
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don't worry about the bill. It's on me.
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Consider it a parting gift for 10 years
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of marriage." With that, Sarah and I
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walked out of the restaurant, leaving
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Megan and Adam to face the devastating
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fallout of their actions. The following
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morning, Megan approached me on Sarah's
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balcony, her eyes red and swollen. "How
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could you do this to me?" she demanded.
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You've ruined everything.
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I met her gaze, my voice filled with a
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quiet sorrow. I didn't ruin anything,
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Megan. You did the moment you chose to
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betray our marriage.
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I was unhappy, she pleaded, desperately
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trying to shift the blame. Adam made me
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feel alive.
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If you were unhappy, you should have
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talked to me, I replied, my composure
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finally cracking.
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Instead, you chose to lie, to deceive,
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to make a fool of me. You traded 10
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years of marriage for a fleeting affair.
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I deserve someone I can trust. Adam
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appeared behind her, his face hagggered.
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This isn't over," he snarled, taking a
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step toward me. "I didn't flinch. I
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didn't sleep with my colleagueu's wife.
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I didn't lie to everyone I know. So,
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yes, Adam, I do think I'm better than
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you.
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divorce. Megan gasped, her face
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crumbling. Jack, no. We can work through
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this. I shook my head, my eyes filled
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with a finality that silenced her.
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There are no more chances, Megan. By the
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way, I've already spoken to my lawyer.
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He'll be in touch with both of you.
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I turned and walked away, leaving them
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to the smoldering wreckage of their
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lives. For the first time in a decade, I
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felt a profound sense of freedom.