I thought I had the perfect life with Camille, my French wife, until one dinner changed everything. Frustrated by feeling left out during conversations in French with her parents, I invited my friend Nolan, who spoke some French, to join us. Mid-dinner, he whispered urgently, “Check under your bed. ”Ifound a black box filled with intimate photos of Camille and letters to a man named Benoit. Nolan explained he’d overheard Camille telling her parents where she hid the evidence of her affair. Confronted, Camille confessed her parents had pushed her into the affair to ensure “French grandchildren. ”Heartbroken, I filed for divorce. Camille fought me over everything, but I refused to let her drag me down further, Though the betrayal still hurts, I’m free now, and that’s all that matters
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