For 22 years, Dave and I shared a quiet, predictable life—until he started taking out the trash at 3 AM. It was out of character, and soon I grew suspicious.
One night, I followed him. Instead of heading to the bins, he crossed the street to a blue house, where a woman in a red silk dress kissed him. I watched from the shadows, devastated.
Over the next week, I gathered proof of his nightly visits. Then one night, I simply asked, “How was the trash?” His face said it all.
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