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Andrew and I have shared fifteen years of a seemingly perfect marriage. Our lives were intertwined in a tapestry of shared memories, dreams, and the joy of raising our two children. To the outside world, we were the epitome of a happy family. Andrew’s unwavering dedication to our family and his ability to make my life extraordinary painted a picture of marital bliss. But beneath the surface, a dark secret simmered, waiting to explode.
Andrew’s best friend, Victor, was a name I barely recognized. He was a phantom in our lives, someone Andrew never spoke about in detail. Their friendship predated our relationship, but Victor was conspicuously absent from significant milestones in our life, including our wedding. I assumed he was a relic of Andrew’s past, someone who didn’t fit into our present. When I finally saw Victor in person, I was taken aback. He was strikingly handsome, with the kind of looks that could easily grace the cover of a magazine.
The Night of Revelation
The cracks in our perfect life began to show one seemingly ordinary evening. Andrew had told me he was going fishing with his cousin, a common enough excuse that had never aroused my suspicion. With Andrew away, I decided to host a girls’ night at our house, inviting some close friends over for drinks and laughter. As the night wore on, we indulged in gossip and scrolled through social media, sharing amusing posts and catching up on mutual acquaintances.
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