After two months of caring for my mother, I returned home, eager to reunite with my husband, Michael. But when I walked in, I was shocked to find a woman with keys to my apartment. She claimed Michael told her she could visit anytime. Confused and angry, I brought her to Michael, only for her to reveal the man she had been seeing wasn’t Michael, but his younger brother, Nick. Nick had been using Michael’s identity and our apartment to impress women.
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