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My wife told me she was leaving for a six-day girls’ trip, but while I was looking for the airport parking confirmation, two boarding passes slid out of the printer tray—hers and a married man’s from her office. I stared at his name until my hands stopped shaking. Then I forwarded the tickets, hotel reservation, and one other piece of proof to two people: his wife and his boss. After that, I drove my wife to the airport.
Part 1 The printer sat in the corner of our home office beneath a framed photograph from our tenth anniversary. That photograph was the first...
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