the other end was not his.

It belonged to a woman.

“Is this Lauren?” she asked through tears.

“Yes.”

“My name is Madison,” she said. “And I think you deserve to know what your husband told me.”

Part 3 — The Other Woman Wasn’t the Villain I Imagined

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