Her Secret Shame, His Public Affair
ered t
nce. Then, I heard it. A soft, un
with fake tears. "Lana... I'm so sorry.
s. Low and desperate. "Please
name I'd never heard befor
. Lucky
had started squawking "Lucky charm! Pretty lucky charm!" over and over. I though
a movie. He'd been mimicking my fiancé. My f
been going on right under my
s continued through the phone, a
e in my chest. There was no pain anym
the record butt
I hun
laptop, researching the best
. I opened the fridge, looking for something to
the bathroom before
ng suspicion blo
ack of the medicine cabinet. I' d bought it months ago, bac
ait
nes appeare
ith the child of a man who loved my best friend. A
and lay there, staring into t
ng in the kitchen, making breakfast, as if it were just another ordinary
ethearts, our families friends for decades. We were the perfect
as it when I first introduced him t
well, a perfect, sil
n him. He turned from the s
ly out of line with Caren yesterday. She's been through a lot. She bends over backw
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