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aggie certainly hadn’t intended to sneak up on Wade to catch him in his latest act of infidelity. She merely wanted to drop off the lunch pail that he had forgotten on the kitchen counter. It wasn’t as if she woke up that morning hoping to find her husband up to no good.
In hindsight, Maggie should have suspected something when she noticed Carol’s deer-in-the-headlights expression as she marched through the store’s front doors. Carol stared at her like she had a banana stuck in her ear. Had even tried to strike up small talk but ended up merely stammering without being able to look her in the eye.
Now Maggie knew why.
“Hey, Mags . . . whatcha doing here?” Wade chirped in an unusually high-pitched voice. He sprang up from a leather couch in the corner of his office—a leather couch he
