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My husband’s mistress rang the doorbell, handed me her coat, and said: “Tell Stephen I’m here.” She thought I was the maid. In my own house. She didn’t know I had been his wife for 12 years, nor that I was the owner of the company where her father worked. Twenty minutes later, Stephen walked in. By nightfall, he was packing his bags. And three weeks later, I made a call that would cost him everything…

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and added proudly, “Did you know he spent eight thousand dollars on a necklace for my birthday?”

I knew that because I had seen the charge on the credit card statement from our joint account.

“That is generous,” I said quietly.

“Yes he is generous with the right woman,” Amber said smugly, “his wife probably gets grocery store flowers and cheap dinners.continue reading …

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