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On Christmas Eve, my husband ditched me to spend time with his mistress, Madeline Twitty. He stumbled back drunk late in the night. Tossing me a silver necklace, he slurred, "Here. Sorry I missed the holiday with you. This is my apology." The necklace was thick and tacky. And something about it felt familiar. Weeks later, at my parents-in-laws', I saw Madeline's golden retriever was wearing a gold version of the exact same necklace around its neck.