My Husband Traded Our Family of Four for His Mistress
Then, one rainy day, I saw Stan and Miranda at a shabby café. Time hadn’t been kind to them. They looked worn out and defeated. When Stan saw me, he rushed over, full of apologies and regret, begging to see the kids again. Miranda, clearly done with him, stormed off, blaming him for their failed…
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