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My best friend, Emily Summers, sent me a photo. She was at the beach, and my husband, Daniel Reed, was holding her. Both of them were smiling sweetly. Emily typed: [Sarah, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.] I took a deep breath and saved the photo. Then, without blurring or cropping it, I posted it on social media. I typed: [Congrats to Emily for finally taking my place. You two don't have to sneak around anymore. Everyone, this guy's officially ditched, and the decision is final.] Then I powered off my phone, pulled out the SIM card, and crashed into bed. The next morning, when I turned my phone back on, it started to ring nonstop. More than 180 missed calls popped up, and my inbox was blowing up with over 99 unread messages.