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I cheated on my husband during a girls’ trip. When I returned home, I thought I could bury what happened and move on with my life. I was wrong. It happened on the third night of our vacation. My friends and I had gone out for drinks, and I ended up getting too close to a man I had just met. One bad decision led to another, and I slept with him. The next morning, I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. I had a husband who trusted me, two beautiful children, and a home I had always been grateful for. Yet, I had done something that could destroy everything. When I returned home, my husband hugged me at the door. Husband: How was the trip? Did you girls have fun? Me: Yes, it was nice. I missed you, though. He smiled and kissed my forehead. Husband: I missed you too. The children have been asking when you’re coming back. I almost broke down right there. For the next two months, I tried to act normal. I cooked, laughed with him, helped the children with their homework, and went to bed beside a man who had no idea what I had done. The guilt became unbearable. Every time he did something thoughtful for me, I felt worse. One evening, he came home with my favourite dessert because I had mentioned wanting it earlier that week. Husband: I know you’ve had a stressful week. I thought this might cheer you up. I took the box from him and started crying. Husband: What happened? Is everything okay?