My Seventh Anniversary Gift: A Used Scarf From Another Woman.
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Seven years into our marriage, I found records of Julian and his intern checking into a hotel on his phone. It was 3 AM. I sat on the closet floor, clutching the luxury scarf he'd brought back from his business trip. The packaging had a label from a Fifth Avenue boutique, but his credit card statement showed no such purchase. The shower in the bathroom stopped. I quickly locked his phone screen, which he'd forgotten to close, revealing SnapChat. The latest message was a voice note from Chloe, "Julian, no more bites on the neck. It's asking for trouble at the office." In the…