I knew my wife was cheating on me. I’d known for longer than I’d admit — to her or to myself. Maybe it was because I should have seen it coming. I should have known it the first night I’d met the man who would steal her away from me. It was me, after all, who had shown my wife the dance, the moves, the steps and turns of infidelity. It was me who’d betrayed her first. And it was my fault she was in his bed right now. I rarely drank, but it seemed like the right thing to do as I ordered my third scotch of the night at a bar not five minutes from our home.
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