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“I prepared breakfast,” I said, approaching him as he descended down the stairs. “I’m in a hurry. Rick and I have this breakfast meeting with a client.” “Okay.” I tiptoed to give him the usual goodbye kiss but he slowly averted his lips, so I kissed his cheek instead. My dearest husband rushed out of the house without looking back. He never noticed the unshed tears nor the trembling of my lips. It was just a moment ago th...