She pretended to be the infertile wife for 8 years to protect her husband’s pride—until he brought his pregnant mistress to the er and begged her to save his “new family”

on the title, then decided he didn’t need any more access to her.

“Thank you.”

He looked older.

Not dramatically—just worn at the edges, like something slowly eroding.

“I’m in therapy,” he said.

She didn’t respond.

“I should have started years ago.”

“Yes.”

He gave a small, strained smile.

“You don’t make anything easy.”

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