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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 it, but…
"For 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 dinner for her, and treated her like she was family.
"Did he love you?" I asked.
Susan began to cry.
—Yes. He even promised me once that he would leave you.
I felt like my whole world was collapsing.
—And after Robert died, did you hug me while I cried for him?
He nodded.
—Did you see me suffering because of a man you had been having a relationship with behind my back?
—I'm so sorry.
I stood up.
