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Deception and Love: I Won't Be Sad to Leave

Deep into the night, the man beside me breathed deeply and evenly, sound asleep. Yet, I tossed and turned, unable to find rest. Just moments ago, Arthur Ford's phone suddenly lit up, revealing a message from Lyla Jennings on the screen. Before this, out of trust for my partner, I had never looked through Arthur's phone, but this time, as if possessed, I opened the message. A provocative image confronted me, shaking my core beliefs—Lyla, in a skimpy lace camisole, shyly nestled in Arthur's arms. [I miss you already, even though you just left.] My heart plummeted to the depths of disbelief as I stared at the man sleeping beside me.