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Vanilla Scented Lies: A Husband’s Heartbreaking Journey Through Betrayal | Storytime Stateside
Aug 17, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories Vanilla Scented Lies: A Husband’s Heartbreaking Journey Through Betrayal | Storytime Stateside When Clyde returned home craving comfort, the scent of vanilla was the first hint of the storm ahead. What began as a quiet evening shattered into devastating betrayal, lies, and a choice that changed everything. Watch this raw, emotional story of trust broken, love tested, and the painful decisions that follow infidelity. In this video: A husband discovers a painful secret. The struggle to reconcile love and betrayal. The impact of lies on family and trust. What happens when love isn’t enough? If you’ve ever faced heartbreak or the struggle of forgiveness, this story will resonate deeply.
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The world, as Clyde knew it, ended with
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the scent of vanilla.
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He came home that night later than
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usual, the exhaustion of a grueling
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workday heavy on his shoulders.
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He craved the simple comfort of his
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life, the familiar clutter, the warm
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embrace of his wife, Lenora, the gentle
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chaos of two children's lives contained
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within four walls.
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Instead, he found a house too still, too
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clean, permeated by the artificial
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sweetness of vanilla candles. It was a
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staged calm, a performance waiting for
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its audience. Lenora was on the couch,
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her hands clasped so tightly, her
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knuckles were white. Her eyes, wide and
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unnervingly bright, met his. The words,
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when they came, were a soft, fatal blow.
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"We need to talk," she whispered.
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Clyde's stomach twisted into a cold
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knot. Those words spoken in that tone
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were the prologue to a different kind of
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ending. He placed his work bag by the
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door, the familiar weight a stark
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contrast to the sudden lightness of his
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heart. He sat in the armchair opposite
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her, the space between them feeling like
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an insurmountable chasm. "I'm
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listening," he said, his voice calmer
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than the frantic storm brewing inside
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him. She drew a shuddering breath, her
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gaze fixed on the space between them. I
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made a mistake. The words hung in the
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air, a bell tolling for a life he once
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had. Clyde's mind raced, cycling through
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possibilities, a forgotten bill, a small
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accident. Anything but the truth.
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What kind of mistake? He asked, his own
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voice a hollow echo. Her fingers
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clenched. with someone else.
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The world seemed to lurch. His brain, a
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loyal sentry, refused to let the words
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in. "What do you mean?" he asked again.
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A feudal attempt to rewrite the
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sentence. Her face crumpled, a mask of
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remorse.
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"It only happened once. It didn't mean
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anything. I swear I was drunk. It was a
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moment of weakness, Clyde." He stared at
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her, the woman he had shared a bed with
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for over a decade, the mother of his
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children, the person he had built his
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entire future around. He tried to
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reconcile this broken creature with the
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Lenora he knew and failed.
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A single venomous word escaped his lips.
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Who? Gideon. The name was a stranger, a
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faceless entity that had somehow
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inserted itself into the sanctity of his
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life. 3 weeks. three weeks of her
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sleeping beside him, kissing him
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goodbye, laughing at his jokes, all
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while a secret this monstrous sat coiled
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in the dark between them. He rose to his
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feet, his skin feeling too tight, the
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air too thin. He needed to escape the
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suffocating confines of the house of
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this moment.
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Lenora grabbed his hand, her touch now a
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violation.
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Clyde, please. It was just one night. I
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don't want to lose you over this. He
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pulled his hand away as if burned. I
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need to think.
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And with that, he walked out into the
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cold night, leaving the vanilla scented
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lie behind him. The night was a blur of
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asphalt and neon. He drove without a
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destination. The engine's low hum, the
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only sound that made sense in a world
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gone silent. His mind, a battlefield,
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was under assault. Waves of disbelief,
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rage, and a profound bone deep sorrow
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crashed over him.
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Gideon. The name was a brand, a
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permanent mark on his consciousness. A
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stranger had been given a piece of his
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life, a piece of the woman who was
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supposed to be his alone. He pulled into
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an empty diner parking lot, the
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fluorescent glow of the sign a sickly
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yellow against the blackness. He sat
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there for hours, the cold seeping into
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the car, his hands gripped white
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knuckled around the steering wheel. How
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did you process this? The infidelity,
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the deceit. He had always seen it as
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something that happened in movies, in
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other people's lives. It was a cancer
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that destroyed other marriages, never
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his. He thought of the last three weeks,
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a montage of stolen moments now tainted
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by her secret. Every kiss, every I love
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you, every shared laugh was a lie. He
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clenched his jaw until his teeth achd.
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Had she ever truly loved him, or had he
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just been a convenient backdrop for her
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life? The images were relentless. his
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mind a projector running a film he
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didn't want to see. A hotel room, his
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place, quick and meaningless, or a
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moment she cherished. Did she look at
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him the way she looked at me? He
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squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his
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head, a feutal attempt to erase the
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poison. His phone buzzed, the screen
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flashing Lenora's name. He let it ring,
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the sound and unwelcome intrusion. A
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message followed. Clyde, please come
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home. I'm so sorry. I love you. love.
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Did that love stop her? Did it keep her
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from Gideon's bed? Did it compel her to
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lie for three weeks? He put the phone
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down, the weight of the questions a
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crushing burden. Exhaustion finally won,
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and he fell into a fitful sleep in the
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car, waking to the unforgiving glare of
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the morning sun. His body achd, his head
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throbbed, but it was the hollow ache in
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his chest that truly broke him. He drove
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home, not out of desire, but out of
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necessity. They had a life, children. He
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couldn't just vanish. She was waiting
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for him, her eyes red and swollen.
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Clyde, she began, her voice a fragile
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thing. He held up a hand, silencing her.
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Don't. He walked past her, needing a
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shower, needing to wash away the stench
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of betrayal. She spoke again, a last
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desperate plea. I'll do anything to fix
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this, he stopped, a bitter laugh
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bubbling up in his chest. Fix this, he
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said, turning to face her. You can't fix
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this, Lenora. You can't unsleep with
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him. You can't erase the fact that you
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lied to me for 3 weeks. Tears streamed
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down her face. It was a mistake. "A
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mistake is forgetting an anniversary,"
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he said, the words sharp and cruel. "A
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mistake is burning dinner." This," he
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gestured between them. "This was a
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choice, and you chose him." She sobbed,
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covering her face. "Why, Lenora?" he
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asked, his voice raw. "What did I do
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that was so terrible that you had to go
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and do this?" She looked up, shaking her
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head frantically.
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"It wasn't about you, Clyde. I swear it
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was me. I was drunk and I wasn't
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thinking." "You were thinking enough to
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go with him," he spat. "Thinking enough
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to do it. You were thinking enough to
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lie for 3 weeks. The words hit her like
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a physical blow. He should have felt
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satisfied, but there was only emptiness.
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What now? A house, kids, a life. All of
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it now a mockery. He turned and walked
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away, leaving her to her tears. In the
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bathroom, he locked the door, and for
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the first time since he walked out of
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the house, he allowed himself to
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breathe. The cold reality was an anchor
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around his chest.
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The woman he trusted, the mother of his
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children, his safe haven, had shattered
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everything. He stood under the scorching
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shower, letting the water burn his skin,
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a feutal attempt to cleanse the sickness
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inside him. But the images were
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relentless.
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Lenora with him, her hands tangled in
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his hair, his mouth on her skin,
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whispering his name. He leaned over the
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drain, dry heaving, the taste of bile in
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his mouth. How long had she been
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planning this? Was she telling the truth
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about it being a mistake? Or was that
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just another lie?
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He pressed his forehead against the cold
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tile, hating himself for even
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considering her words.
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Cheating wasn't a mistake. It was a
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choice, and she had chosen.
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He didn't know how long he stayed there,
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but when he finally emerged, the mirror
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was completely fogged.
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He wiped a hand across it, revealing a
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man he didn't recognize, hollow and
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haunted. He got dressed in silence, his
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movements robotic. When he entered the
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kitchen, Lenora was there, staring at an
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untouched cup of coffee. She looked up,
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her eyes desperate. "Clyide, please," he
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grabbed his car keys. "I'm going to
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clear my head," he said, his voice
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devoid of emotion. "You were gone all
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night," she whispered. "Let's just
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talk."
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There's nothing to say, he said, opening
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the door. What about the kids? The
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question stopped him cold. He turned
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back. Our kids are innocent, he said.
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And for the first time, he saw not just
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remorse, but fear in her eyes. Not fear
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of losing him, but fear of what this
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meant for their children. The anger
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twisted into something darker. She
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hadn't just betrayed him, she had
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betrayed them. He left without another
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word. He sat in his car, his knuckles
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white against the steering wheel. He
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needed answers, not from her, but from
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the source. He pulled out his phone and
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made the call he had been avoiding.
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"Gideon," he said, his voice flat.
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"Clyide, man. I meet me now," he cut him
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off. The diner off Maple 30 minutes. The
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drive felt like a slow motion descent
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into hell. The diner, with its
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flickering neon sign, was a stage for a
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scene he never wanted to play. Gideon
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was already there, hunched in a booth by
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the window, a picture of pathetic guilt.
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Clyde slid in across from him, his hands
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resting on the table. A challenge.
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Talk, he said. Gideon stammered. Clyde,
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man, it was a mistake. That's what she
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said, Clyde replied with a bitter laugh.
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Funny how mistakes only happen when
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people are naked. Gideon flinched. It
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wasn't planned. We were both drinking.
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She She was venting about your marriage.
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How things had felt distant. One thing
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led to another, and I swear it didn't
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mean anything. Clyde's jaw tightened.
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Distant? So that's the excuse. Where? At
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her friend's house, Gideon whispered. We
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went upstairs. Clyde held up a hand.
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I've heard enough. He had his answers.
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He knew where he stood. He sat there
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staring at the man who had violated his
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life, a stranger who now shared a secret
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with the woman he loved. "Do you regret
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it?" Gideon nodded quickly. "Of course.
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I never wanted to hurt you." "Then you
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should have kept your hands off another
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man's wife," Clyde said, his voice
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quiet. "Final." He stood up, threw some
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bills on the table for the coffee he
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never ordered, and left. Gideon didn't
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say a word. He drove aimlessly for
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hours, the sun setting on a world he no
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longer recognized.
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When he returned, the house was silent.
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Lenora was in the kitchen, her phone
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faced down, her fingers twisted in her
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lap. "Where were you?" she asked softly.
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"I talked to him," he said, his voice
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flat, her face pal. "Clyide, don't. I
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don't need another apology," he cut in.
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"I need the truth. Did you ever love
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me?" Tears welled in her eyes. "Of
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course I did. Of course I do. Then why
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was it so easy for you to betray me?"
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She swallowed a look of desperate pain
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on her face. "It wasn't easy. It broke
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me, Clyde. I hated myself every day. Not
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enough to tell me," he said. He watched
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her, a bitter truth settling in his
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heart. "She wasn't sorry she had
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cheated. She was sorry she had been
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caught." He looked at her, this
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stranger, and felt a profound emptiness.
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"You never planned to tell me, did you?"
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he asked, the words a quiet blade. "She
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looked down." He saw the hesitation, the
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truth in her silence.
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"You were just going to pretend it never
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happened." "I wanted to protect us,
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Clyde," she pleaded. "You weren't
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protecting us," he said, his voice
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cracking with a raw, ugly truth.
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You were protecting yourself.
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Tears streamed down her face and he felt
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nothing.
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I need space.
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Please don't leave. I have nothing left
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to say, he said, and walked away,
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leaving her sobbing in the kitchen. He
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slept in the guest room, a stranger in
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his own home. He lay awake, staring at
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the ceiling. Every creek of the house,
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every distant sound, a painful reminder
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of what had been lost.
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He needed to get out. Not forever. But
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he couldn't stay in a house that felt
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like a tomb.
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The next morning, he packed a bag. He
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wasn't leaving his kids, but he couldn't
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stay under the same roof as the woman
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who had broken him. "Lenora stood at the
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base of the stairs, her eyes puffy, her
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body wrapped in his old hoodie." "You're
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leaving?" she whispered. "I need time,"
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he said, adjusting the strap of his bag.
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"Clyde, please don't walk away. This
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isn't how we fix things.
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I don't even know if there's anything
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left to fix, he said. He looked at her
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one last time, and then without another
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word, he walked out the door and didn't
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look back. He drove until he found a gas
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station in a town he didn't know. He sat
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in his car, nursing a cup of lukewarm
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coffee, watching normal people go about
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their lives. He envied them. He scrolled
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through his contacts, his finger
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hovering over names of friends he hadn't
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seen in years. He needed to talk to
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someone, anyone who wasn't inside that
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house. He saw the name Jonas, a college
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friend he'd lost touch with. He hit
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call.
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Clyde, Jonas said surprised. It's been a
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while.
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Yeah, it has, Clyde replied, the words
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are raw confession. Everything okay? Not
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really. There was a pause, a moment of
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silent understanding.
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Where are you? Jonas asked.
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20 minutes later, he was sitting across
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from Clyde in a booth, a beer between
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them. Clyde told him everything, the
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words spilling out in a torrent of pain
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and rage.
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Jonas listened, never interrupting,
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never offering platitudes. When Clyde
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was done, Jonas took a long sip of his
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beer. "So what now?" "I don't know,"
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Clyde confessed. "I don't know if I can
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ever trust her again, and we have kids."
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Jonas nodded. I'm not going to tell you
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what to do, but you don't owe her
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forgiveness just because she's sorry.
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And you don't have to stay just because
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of the kids. But walking away feels
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impossible. "So does staying," Jonah
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said, and the words hit Clyde with the
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force of a physical blow. He was right.
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No matter what he chose, nothing would
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ever be the same. He returned home late
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that night. The house a suffocating
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silence. Lenora was waiting for him, her
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face a mixture of relief and anxiety.
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You came back, she whispered. For the
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kids, he said honestly. Her face
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crumpled, but he felt nothing. He walked
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straight to the guest room, too tired
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for apologies, too drained for excuses.
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He lay in the bed, the coldness of the
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room a stark metaphor for his marriage.
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He had been lied to enough. The next
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morning, the tiny knock on the door came
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as his daughter's voice.
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Daddy.
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His heart clenched. He sat up. Come in,
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sweetheart.
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Mara's sleepy face peered in, and she
16:02
scrambled onto the bed, curling up under
16:05
his arm. "Why are you sleeping in here?"
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she asked, a frown on her face. "Just
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needed a quiet place last night," he
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lied. "Are you and mommy mad at each
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other?
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he swallowed hard. Mommy and I just need
16:20
to figure some things out.
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She nodded, seemingly satisfied.
16:26
"Can we make pancakes?" she chirped.
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"Of course, sweetheart," he said,
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forcing a smile. He spent the next two
16:35
days pretending. He cooked pancakes with
16:37
Mara, read stories to his son, held
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conversations with Lenora that were
16:42
painfully polite.
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He knew the pretending couldn't last
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forever.
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The decision had been made the moment
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she looked him in the eye and lied for 3
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weeks. The moment she let another man
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touch what was supposed to be his.
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The words, however, had to be said out
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loud. The kids were asleep. The house
17:03
was quiet and the stillness was
17:05
suffocating. Lenora walked in, her body
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tense like she knew what was coming. She
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sat across from him.
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I know I messed up, she began, her voice
17:16
shaking. I hurt you in a way I can never
17:18
take back. But Clyde, we can get through
17:22
this. How? He asked.
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She had no answer. I love you, she
17:29
whispered. I love our family. I don't
17:32
want to lose you. Then you shouldn't
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have betrayed me, he said, his voice
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calm, steady, and final. I spent the
17:40
last few days trying to figure out if I
17:42
could ever look at you and not see what
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you did, and I can't. I just can't. Her
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face crumpled. Clyde, please. It's over,
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he said. She sobbed, shaking her head as
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if to dislodge the words from her ears.
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But it was too late.
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He packed a bag that night, a smaller
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one this time. He wasn't leaving the
18:07
kids, but he was leaving her.
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As he grabbed his keys, Lenora stood at
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the door crying. "Is this really it?" He
18:17
turned to her one last time. You made
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sure of that, he said.
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