I wouldn't tell the wife. Not because it would or would not mess her life up, but why would I want to continue the torture of being involved with the situation in any way, shape or form? I loved him, he was married. Now I need to focus on ME, not HE any longer, and that includes anything that relates to him. While it would seem that I would be happier telling her (misery loves company), most likely I would be made out the fool--again--and feel even worse as a result--and they'd still be together.
The chickens always come home to roost. What comes around goes around. God don't like ugly. Trite phrases to be sure, but they're still said for a reason. And I wouldn't be so sure the wife doesn't know--the wife may suspect, but hasn't/doesn't want to deal with it.
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Finer Womanhood: the "Cat's Meow" Since 1920
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