My Wife Returned from a Weekend Retreat with a Birthmark She Insisted She’d Never Had

Brooks stepped between us.

“Tell us what happened at the retreat.”

Ava looked at me, not at her.

“I followed her.”

The words came out almost proudly.

“She always went to the same coastal retreat in spring. I booked under another name. I watched her for two days.”

My stomach turned.

“On Sunday morning, she walked along the beach alone. I gave her a drink.”

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