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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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“Well when will he be back, because I do not have all day,” she replied with impatience.

“Who are you?” I asked even though the answer was already forming in my mind.

She smiled slightly and said, “I’m Amber, Stephen’s girlfriend, and you must be the maid or house assistant or something like that.”

She laughed lightly as if the situation amused her.

“Well continue reading …

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