At 2 AM, my husband secretly packed his luggage and slipped out of our bedroom like a thief. Thirty minutes later, he sent me a photo of himself and his mistress at the airport

returning my mother’s emerald earrings, arguing that they had been “gifted to the marital household,” although photographs from my university graduation showed them around my neck years before I knew him.

Each new lie produced another record.

Each new record made Diane grin.

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