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It all started after that unforgettable dinner at his boss Craig’s house. Craig’s wife, Jamie, welcomed us with a warm smile, wearing a pristine dress that probably cost more than my old rent. Her house? Spotless. Not a speck of dust, not a cushion out of place.
And don’t get me started on the five-course meal she served up like she was born with a chef’s knife in hand. Chad couldn’t stop staring.
I clenched my jaw, staring out the window to keep from snapping. But Chad wasn’t done. “Why don’t you try harder? I mean, how hard can it be to keep things neat when you get home before me?”
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