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My Husband Moved Into the Guest Room Because He Said I Snored, but I Was Speechless When I Found Out What He Was Really Doing There
I used to think my husband and I were solid. The kind of couple people described as steady—predictable in a comforting way. Ethan and I had been married eight years, and while we weren’t the candlelit-dinner type, we had our rhythm: shared coffee, Saturday pancakes, and matching eye-rolls during bad Netflix movies. We’d weathered real storms—two miscarriages, infertility treatments, job losses—and still managed to laugh together. That’s what made it so strange when, one night, Ethan announced he was moving into the guest room. He smiled gently as he grabbed his pillow. “Sweetheart, I love you, but lately you’ve been…
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