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Echoes of the Past Years

The fortune teller said my husband would cheat in our fifth year of marriage. Jackson just laughed and kicked over her stall. “Elizabeth and I have been together for eight years. It’s none of your business, you fraud!” For four years, he spoiled me and gave me everything. Then his junior, Noelle, confessed to him in tears. Jackson ripped the love letter in front of everyone. He swore to cut her off and end our friendship. After that, I trusted him even more. On our fifth anniversary, I got an anonymous package. Inside was a photo of Jackson and Noelle kissing passionately. On the back was neat handwriting: [Elizabeth, he loves you, but he sleeps with me. It’s only fair this way.] At the bottom of the box was a pink lace bra, just like the one in the photo. I sat in the living room for three hours. I didn’t call Jackson, who was coming home late. Instead, I asked my lawyer to prepare divorce papers and set them on the table.