PART 2: My husband went to the beach for 15 days with his “best friend” and came back thinking I was just going to cry

nowhere to go! Camila is in the hospital, my parents won’t answer their phone—”

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“Go to the hotel, Mr. Vargas,” I spat. “Maybe they have a room for ‘Mrs. Vargas’ too. I hear she’s looking for company in the isolation ward.”

He moved toward me, a desperate look in his eyes, his hand reaching out as if to grab my arm. I stepped continue reading …