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Part of me wanted to hang up and pretend the conversation had never happened.
"Jenna," Daniella added gently, "I thought you should know."
"Thank you," I murmured.
When the call ended, I sat there for a long time staring at the wall.
I knew my daughter-in-law was cheating on my son.
The signs had been there for months.
Late nights.
Strange excuses.
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The way she would suddenly leave the room to answer calls.
Still, knowing it and proving it were two different things.
And I was afraid to tell Ethan.
He loved his wife so blindly that I knew what would happen.
He would believe her, not me.
Something like that had already happened once.
Thinking about it still hurts me.
Ethan had a best friend named Owen.
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They had known each other since first grade. Owen had practically grown up in our house. I used to pack lunches for both of them when they were little.
