BetrayStoriesThe Endorsement That Ended Everything
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For eleven years I could have told you exactly where Daniel was at any hour of the day. That was the kind of marriage we had, or the kind I thought we had. Predictable in the good way. He left at seven-forty, came home a little after six, and on Thursdays he stayed late because Thursdays were "deck review," whatever that meant in his world of slide decks and quarterly targets.
I never questioned the Thursdays. I am ashamed of that now, but I want to be honest about it. When you trust someone completely, you stop looking. You hand them the parts of your life you don't supervise, and you go water the plants and fold the laundry and assume the man you married is exactly where he says he is.
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