Song Rec'd: The Night We Met" — Lord Huron.
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"You were right, Harry," I said over the phone, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Those were the very words I had hoped never to say. Waking up to find mailed images of my wife and her ex-boyfriend together had to be the low point of my marriage.
What was I thinking? Trusting a Loughton and falling in love with her? Was I delusional? Perhaps I was. I fumed at the memory; she couldn't even offer a plausible explanation, just danced around the issue while dragging Gwen into it to mask her sins.
I had wanted to make this woman mine for life. How foolish I had been. Everything had been a lie, and I was too naïve to see the trap perfectly laid for me. God knows how they must have laughed at me. They were probably still laughing now.
A fresh surge of rage coursed through me. If this was George Loughton's plan to destroy me as he had my parents, then I had to act fast.
