I Thought My Husband Was Working Late — Until I Found Him at My Mother’s House
The emotional build-up is well-paced, capturing the slow unraveling of trust between the narrator and Dan. It makes the final betrayal devastating. The use of sensory detail—the smell of lasagna, the silence of the mother’s house—adds depth and atmosphere. The narrative voice is intimate and sincere, pulling the reader into the protagonist’s emotional state. Suggestions…
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