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The next morning, Susan finally told me the truth.
“Robert and I had an affair,” she whispered.
I stared at her, unable to breathe.
“What did you just say?”
“It started eleven years ago, after my divorce. We tried to stop, but…”
“How long?” I interrupted.
Susan lowered her head.
“Six years.”
Six years.
My husband had been sleeping with my best friend while I welcomed her into our home, cooked her dinner, and treated her like family.
“Did he love you?” I asked.
Susan began crying.
“Yes. He even promised to leave you once.”
I felt my entire world collapse.
“And after Robert died, you held me while I cried for him?”
She nodded.
“You watched me grieve for a man you were secretly involved with?”
“I’m so sorry.”
I stood up.
“Why are you telling me now?”
Susan hesitated.
