I Know Someone Whose Husband Cheated

Here’s what she did

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I was newly married and met someone who lived across the street. A beautiful woman who carried herself with a presence. One day we were chatting on the steps of my townhouse.

“My husband and I used to renovate homes for a living,” she says. “But he cheated on me.”

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“Don’t be,” she says. “I left him a gift when I moved.”

“What?” I ask.

“A pair of my work boots stuffed with lingerie,” she says. “And a note that read ’Good luck finding a woman who does both of these things so well.’”

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