The Pink Scrunchie: Unmasking My Husband's Perfect Lies

Three years of marriage, and I thought my husband, Sergio, and I were perfect.

I worked as an elementary school teacher, and Sergio was a product manager at a smart home tech company.

That afternoon, school let out early. I gave Sergio a call and asked him to pick me up on his way home.

His black Audi pulled up quickly. I opened the passenger door and slid in, a practiced routine.

"Hey, babe. Hard day?" Sergio smiled, handing me a steaming cup of coffee. "What do you want for dinner tonight?"

I took the cup, about to answer, but my body suddenly froze.

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