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As the holiday season neared, my usual beauty salon was fully booked. The staff inquired if I'd be willing to share a room, and I agreed, thinking it wouldn't be an issue.
My roommate turned out to be a young woman who seemed vaguely familiar.
At checkout, the woman's card was declined. "Honey, my beauty card is empty," she cooed into her phone.
"Sweetheart, hold on. I'll send you some money now. Is 20,000 enough?" A doting male voice responded, sounding eerily like my spouse, Dexter Keaton.
I laughed internally, believing I was being paranoid, when my phone alerted me: [20,000 withdrawn from my account.] Suddenly, I felt as if I'd plunged into a frozen lake, chilled to the bone.

Married for a Decade, Betrayed in a Beauty Salon

Initially, I dismissed it with a laugh, not giving it much thought.


It turned out the salesperson hadn't made an error; Dexter had purchased the necklace I admired and gifted it to his assistant instead.


"Mrs. Keaton, are you heading out? Allow me to accompany you," Scarlett offered with a forced smile.


I sensed she had something on her mind. "Certainly," I replied.


We walked quietly until we neared the company's exit. At last, Scarlett couldn't contain herself and halted me, "Mrs. Keaton."


I inwardly smirked at her impatience. "Yes?" I asked nonchalantly.


"I'm expecting," she announced, deliberately emphasizing a nonexistent bump, her expression smug. I motioned for her to proceed.


"It's Dexter's child," she declared, her eyes challenging me.


"Is that so? Well, you've got the wrong person. I'm not the baby's father, you should speak to Dexter," I responded coolly.


"You!" Scarlett sputtered, struggling to find words.


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