They weren’t mine. My heart dropped. A hundred thoughts raced through my mind, but I stayed silent.
Instead of confronting my husband, I decided to think carefully. I washed the underwear, folded them, and placed them neatly in my drawer. When my husband came home, I greeted him as usual but didn’t mention what I’d found.
Over dinner, I tried to act normal while observing his behavior. He seemed distracted, checking his phone constantly, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. That night, I put on the mysterious underwear before bed.
When I
What happened next changed everything…
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