A late-night call from St. Luke’s Hospital shattered my world: my husband, Daniel, had been admitted with a “medical emergency.” Rushing there, I discovered the truth far worse than any accident—he was with his mistress, both diagnosed with a sexually transmitted infection. Worse, he had used my debit card to cover their treatment, turning betrayal into a financial and physical violation. That night ended our twelve-year marriage and forced me to confront the full scope of his deception.
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