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On my birthday, the college girl my husband, Charles Evans, was involved with sent me a photo. In the photo, Yulia Lane was topless, lying in Charles's arms, her cheeks still flushed. Yulia sent: [She loves me. Why can't you just let go?] I stared at the photo, expressionless, and sent it straight to Charles. I texted: [So this is what you really want? [Fine. I'll let you go.] Charles forgot that this marriage was something he begged for with all his heart. Since he loved freedom so much, I would give it back to him.