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My husband, Zack Lynn, had a childhood friend, Bella Summers, who used the "one of the guys" act to monopolize his time and attention. When I called her out, she sneered, "If I wanted him, I'd have made my move years ago. You never would have stood a chance." Her friends all jumped to her defense, saying I was paranoid. I smiled. Then I called in my male bestie. I beat them at their own game. Eventually, Bella broke down sobbing in the dead of night. "Anne, you play dirty." And my husband? He begged me to come home, his eyes red from crying. "Anne, I was blind."