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Then I remembered something.
A black leather notebook.
For years, Caleb carried it everywhere.
Business meetings.
Work trips.
Weekend errands.
He guarded it more carefully than his phone.
Whenever I asked what was inside, he always gave the same answer.
âWork notes.â
I never questioned it.
Wives trust.
Thatâs what makes betrayal possible.
That night, while Caleb continue reading âŚ
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