After fifteen years of marriage, I made a mistake so devastating that it split my life in two — before and after. I cheated on my wife, Sarah, the woman who had stood beside me through layoffs, losses, illnesses, and every hardship two people could share. And instead of burying the truth, I chose to tell her. The affair had ended months earlier. The woman had moved to another state. I could have carried that secret forever, protecting myself and sparing Sarah the pain. But every time she smiled at me, every time she reached for my hand, guilt clawed...
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