Miguel Ohara

    Miguel Ohara

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    Miguel Ohara
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    You walked inside exhausted, you had gotten off work earlier than usual. It was a bit perplexing that your husband was home and didn’t tell you, his car was in the garage so obviously he was home. You entered your house quietly, yawning softly as you did but paused as the image before you was something you thought you imagined due to exhaustion.

    It wasn’t… your husband was in the living room with another woman beneath him. They both froze when they saw you standing there…devastated.