Cheating… On Me, With Me
I came home early one day to find my wife in our bedroom with the door slightly ajar. I heard muffled voices and saw a man’s shoes near the bed. My heart sank.
I carefully pushed the door open, expecting the worst. There they were — my wife and a shirtless guy. But then he turned around, and I saw… myself. It was a life-sized cardboard cutout she’d made as a surprise for our anniversary. I felt ridiculous for almost accusing her of cheating… on me, with me.
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