What I Discovered About My Husband’s Monthly Routine
It began with something that didn’t belong: a plain envelope slipped under the door, no return address, only my husband’s name written neatly across the front. At first, I ignored it, but the timing was uncanny—always arriving just before the first Saturday of the month. Something about it felt deliberate, a breadcrumb left to test …
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