I never thought I would be the kind of woman who installs hidden cameras in her own home. But when my husband’s “business trips” began to sound hollow and a call from an old neighbor pierced the quiet of my afternoon, my gut told me that Luke’s absences had nothing to do with client expansion and everything to do with betrayal. For seven years, I believed I was living the life everyone secretly envied. Luke and I moved through the world like synchronized swimmers—supporting each other’s careers, planning spontaneous weekend getaways, and dreaming about the family we would start “someday...
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