Here’s a shortened version of the original story, keeping the emotional weight and key plot points intact:
Yesterday felt like a scene from a romance novel I never signed up for. I came home to a candlelit dinner and soft music—set up by my husband, who’s usually not the romantic type. It was touching, but odd. He seemed nervous, distant. I thanked him for the meal, but something felt off.
Then came the truth: he admitted to cheating—with someone from work. My heart shattered. But it got worse—she might be pregnant with twins.
Before I could process it, he made a call and said, “Come in.” The door opened. It was my sister.
I blacked out.
When I woke up, I was staring at the two people I loved most—who had betrayed me in the worst way. “How could you?” was all I could say. Their excuses meant nothing. I told them to leave. They did, quietly.
Now, alone, I sit with the wreckage of trust and love, unsure how to move forward. This isn’t just a story—it’s a painful reminder that even those closest to us can break us.
Would you like me to shorten the second story (about Ashley) as well?
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