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CONFESSIONS OF A CHEATING HUSBAND (2)
“Which one of your exes?” she repeated, her eyebrows furrowing in a mix of upset and curiosity. I could sense she was hesitant to know the truth, but I couldn’t exactly lie to her, could I?
After a moment of hesitation, I sighed and said, “Vanessa.”
Her expression remained blank, almost as if she was trying to process what I had just told her. I couldn’t blame her. Vanessa was the one who got away, someone I never quite got over. We had been on and off for years, constantly breaking up and making up. But she was more than just a pretty face — she was also the daughter of incredibly wealthy parents, and her father even owned a private jet. I still remember the lavish parties they used to throw, with A-listers on their guest list and more champagne than we could ever drink.
As I reminisced about my past with Vanessa, I couldn’t help but wonder what could have been if we had managed to make it work. But now, as I looked at the woman sitting across from me, I realized that maybe it was time to let go of the past and…
