The betrayal didn’t start with a text message or a lipstick stain. It started with a rash. Red, ringed, and impossible to explain away. At first, she believed him. Long days. New soap. Maybe stress. But then the circles spread. Silent, stubborn, incriminating. Each mark whispered what his mouth refused to say. Each patch screamed infide… Continues…
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