For quite some time I've had my suspicions about my husband and another woman. I told myself their relationship was harmless. After all, he came home every night after work. And I never found lipstick on his collar. But I suppose the wife's the last to know.

I should have seen it coming. Each night when he turned on the television, he would scroll down the programs he recorded the night before. Before he made his selection, he slowly looked over the program list; he massaged the remote ...

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