I just returned home from a business trip. As soon as I opened the door, I was surprised to see my husband, Harlan Flores, cooking in the kitchen.Before I could say anything, my eyes were drawn to a woman in a striking red dress on the couch. Noticing the commotion at the entrance, the woman shifted her gaze from Harlan in the kitchen to me.The moment she saw me, she stood up, walked over, and extended her hand, smiling. "Hi, Waverly. I'm Tamsin Jones, a childhood friend of Harlan's."Hearing her introduction, I nodded knowingly before shaking her outstretched hand."Hello. Please have a seat."As I walked to the couch and sat down, something about her seemed familiar, prompting me to take a second look. In an instant, I remembered where I had seen her—on my wedding day with Harlan.She had sat in the audience back then. Her face was as pale as snow, and she had tears in her eyes as she looked at Harlan with deep sorrow.Before I could exchange pleasantries with her, Harlan em
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