Unfaithful Until The End

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and forgiving. I had spent the last four months quietly planning a surprise he would never see coming. His favorite cake sat

t home-candles, our wedding photos, and a letter I had written and rewritten a dozen times

family name, and a position in society he never could have reached on his own. Bu

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inside me

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