{"id":8539,"date":"2026-09-15T07:56:14","date_gmt":"2026-09-15T07:56:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/?p=8539"},"modified":"2026-09-15T07:56:14","modified_gmt":"2026-09-15T07:56:14","slug":"on-my-first-day-at-my-new-job-i-saw-a-photo-of-my-husband-on-my-coworkers-desk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/?p=8539","title":{"rendered":"On my first day at my new job, I saw a photo of my husband on my coworker\u2019s desk"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The smile vanished from his face.<\/p>\n

Not gradually.<\/p>\n

Instantly.<\/p>\n

His champagne glass stopped halfway to his mouth.<\/p>\n

Chloe followed his gaze.<\/p>\n

When she saw me, her face lit up.<\/p>\n

\u201cRachel!\u201d<\/p>\n

She waved.<\/p>\n

That was almost the cruelest part.<\/p>\n

She was happy to see me.<\/p>\n

She leaned toward David and said something I couldn’t hear.<\/p>\n

David didn’t answer.<\/p>\n

I walked toward them.<\/p>\n

With every step, his face became paler.<\/p>\n

Chloe smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cDavid, this is Rachel, my new project director. I told you about her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Chloe looked at me.<\/p>\n

David’s eyes closed for half a second.<\/p>\n

I held out my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello, David.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn’t take it.<\/p>\n

Chloe laughed nervously.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait. Have you two met?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at my husband.<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you like to answer that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRachel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Just my name.<\/p>\n

A warning.<\/p>\n

A plea.<\/p>\n

Maybe both.<\/p>\n

Chloe’s smile disappeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is going on?\u201d<\/p>\n

I opened my clutch.<\/p>\n

Then I took out my wallet.<\/p>\n

Inside was a photograph I’d carried for years.<\/p>\n

David and me outside Chicago City Hall after our civil ceremony.<\/p>\n

I handed it to Chloe.<\/p>\n

She stared at it.<\/p>\n

Then looked at me.<\/p>\n

Then at David.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nobody around us was talking anymore.<\/p>\n

I hadn’t intended to create a spectacle.<\/p>\n

But silence travels quickly through a crowded room.<\/p>\n

Chloe looked at the photograph again.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice was barely audible.<\/p>\n

I said:<\/p>\n

\u201cI’m Rachel Evans.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I pointed toward David.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd he’s my husband.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Chloe stepped backward as though I’d pushed her.<\/p>\n

David reached for her.<\/p>\n

\u201cChloe, listen\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She slapped his hand away.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said you were divorced.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said we were separated.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you didn’t.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice rose.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said your divorce had been final for two years.\u201d<\/p>\n

David looked around at the investors watching us.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we please do this somewhere private?\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost laughed.<\/p>\n

For three years, he’d apparently had enough privacy.<\/p>\n

I wasn’t interested in protecting him from embarrassment anymore.<\/p>\n

But I also hadn’t come to destroy a launch party for entertainment.<\/p>\n

I had come because the company being presented to investors appeared to contain money that might belong, at least in part, to our marital estate.<\/p>\n

I took the folder from my purse.<\/p>\n

\u201cJessica told me not to sign anything, transfer anything, or make accusations I can’t prove.\u201d<\/p>\n

David stared at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cJessica?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n

That word frightened him more than the photograph had.<\/p>\n

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Chloe turned toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAttorney?\u201d<\/p>\n

David grabbed my elbow.<\/p>\n

\u201cRachel, enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

I pulled away.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon’t touch me.\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the event organizers approached.<\/p>\n

I lowered my voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cI’ll leave. But before I do, David, you should know I’ve preserved the statements for the accounts I lawfully have access to.\u201d<\/p>\n

His face changed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe transfers. The condo deposit. The payments marked D. Jenkins.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chloe looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat payments?\u201d<\/p>\n

I continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the C&D presentation.\u201d<\/p>\n

David’s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat presentation is confidential.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you should ask your fianc\u00e9e why she emailed it to her project director.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chloe whispered:<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n

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I left.<\/p>\n

That surprised everyone.<\/p>\n

Including David.<\/p>\n

He expected screaming.<\/p>\n

Maybe he expected me to throw champagne.<\/p>\n

Instead, I walked through the Drake lobby, got into a cab, and went to Jessica’s apartment.<\/p>\n

Only then did I fall apart.<\/p>\n

For twenty minutes, I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n

Jessica sat beside me.<\/p>\n

When I finally stopped crying, I said:<\/p>\n

\u201cI think Chloe didn’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat’s possible.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wanted to hate her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe showed me his picture on my first day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho does that if she knows?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica didn’t answer.<\/p>\n

She didn’t need to.<\/p>\n

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David called thirty-one times that night.<\/p>\n

I answered none of them.<\/p>\n

Chloe called once.<\/p>\n

I answered hers.<\/p>\n

For several seconds, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n

Then she said:<\/p>\n

\u201cI swear to you I didn’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n

She started crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe told me you were his ex-wife.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe talked about me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n

That question hurt more than I expected.<\/p>\n

Chloe hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said you’d been separated for years. That you stayed legally married for financial reasons because you had investments together.\u201d<\/p>\n

I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said you were dating someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost laughed.<\/p>\n

Of course I was.<\/p>\n

Imaginary Rachel apparently had a much more interesting life than real Rachel.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said you didn’t want children and that was one of the reasons the marriage ended.\u201d<\/p>\n

That one hurt.<\/p>\n

David knew I’d suffered a miscarriage four years earlier.<\/p>\n

He knew how long it had taken me to stop blaming myself.<\/p>\n

And he’d turned one of the most painful experiences of my life into supporting material for his lie.<\/p>\n

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Then Chloe said something else.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe forty-five thousand dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sat straighter.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn’t know that was from you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did he tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat it was his capital contribution.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cContribution to what?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was silence.<\/p>\n

\u201cC&D.\u201d<\/p>\n

My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cThose transfers marked D. Jenkins weren’t going to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is D. Jenkins?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDavid Jenkins.\u201d<\/p>\n

I froze.<\/p>\n

David’s full legal name was David Michael Evans<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

At least that was the name on our marriage certificate.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n

Chloe sounded confused.<\/p>\n

\u201cJenkins is his mother’s maiden name. He uses it for some business entities.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wrote it down.<\/p>\n

That was the moment the affair stopped being the only problem.<\/p>\n

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The following Monday, Jessica brought in a forensic accountant.<\/p>\n

Not because every transfer from a joint account automatically constituted theft.<\/p>\n

Married couples can have complicated rights to jointly held funds, and the legal classification of money depends on where it came from, how accounts were titled, and applicable law.<\/p>\n

We needed facts.<\/p>\n

So we followed the money.<\/p>\n

Some of the $45,000 was legitimate spending David could explain.<\/p>\n

Some wasn’t.<\/p>\n

The larger condo deposit was more troubling.<\/p>\n

Part had come from a joint savings account funded by both of us.<\/p>\n

Part could be traced to a bonus David had earned during our marriage.<\/p>\n

And part came from proceeds associated with an investment account that included money I’d contributed.<\/p>\n

The condo itself had not yet closed.<\/p>\n

David had represented to Chloe that it would become their marital home.<\/p>\n

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Then there was C&D Capital Partners.<\/p>\n

The presentation made it look established.<\/p>\n

It wasn’t.<\/p>\n

The entity had been formed only months earlier.<\/p>\n

David held eighty percent.<\/p>\n

Chloe held twenty.<\/p>\n

But according to Chloe, she hadn’t contributed cash.<\/p>\n

Her equity was supposedly compensation for helping build the company.<\/p>\n

David had funded the startup.<\/p>\n

With money he’d repeatedly described to me as being tied up in existing investments.<\/p>\n

The exact legal consequences weren’t something I could decide from my spreadsheet.<\/p>\n

That’s what lawyers and accountants were for.<\/p>\n

But one fact became painfully clear.<\/p>\n

For months, David had been moving money while planning a future in which I apparently disappeared from the picture without being told.<\/p>\n

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Three days after the launch party, Chloe asked to meet me.<\/p>\n

Not at work.<\/p>\n

A coffee shop near the river.<\/p>\n

She looked completely different.<\/p>\n

No perfect makeup.<\/p>\n

No engagement ring.<\/p>\n

She placed it on the table between us.<\/p>\n

\u201cI gave it back.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don’t owe me that information.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

She swallowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I need you to know something.\u201d<\/p>\n

She opened her phone.<\/p>\n

David’s messages.<\/p>\n

Years of them.<\/p>\n

I didn’t read everything.<\/p>\n

I didn’t need to.<\/p>\n

The beginning was enough.<\/p>\n

Three years earlier:<\/p>\n

Chloe: I don’t date married men.<\/strong><\/p>\n

David: Good. Neither would I. My marriage is over. We haven’t been together as husband and wife in years.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Months later:<\/p>\n

Chloe: Why haven’t I met your family?<\/strong><\/p>\n

David: Rachel made the divorce ugly. My parents are trying to stay neutral. Give me time.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then:<\/p>\n

Chloe: When will it be final?<\/strong><\/p>\n

David: Soon. Lawyers are slow.<\/strong><\/p>\n

He hadn’t simply hidden me.<\/p>\n

He’d created an entire divorce that never existed.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhy didn’t you search public records?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

The question came out harsher than I intended.<\/p>\n

Chloe nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI should have.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut he showed me documents.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat documents?\u201d<\/p>\n

She showed me photographs.<\/p>\n

A draft marital settlement agreement.<\/p>\n

A case number.<\/p>\n

Signatures.<\/p>\n

My name.<\/p>\n

My supposed signature.<\/p>\n

Jessica reviewed the images later.<\/p>\n

The case number didn’t correspond to a divorce between David and me.<\/p>\n

The document was not evidence of a finalized divorce.<\/p>\n

And the signature purporting to be mine wasn’t mine.<\/p>\n

That became something we turned over to counsel rather than trying to investigate ourselves.<\/p>\n

For the first time, I understood how thoroughly David had managed two realities.<\/p>\n

He hadn’t just lied spontaneously.<\/p>\n

He had maintained infrastructure for the lie.<\/p>\n

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At work, Chloe offered to resign.<\/p>\n

I told her not to make that decision because of me.<\/p>\n

Our company had nothing to do with David.<\/p>\n

She had been there before I arrived.<\/p>\n

I was her supervisor now, which made the situation even more uncomfortable.<\/p>\n

So I disclosed the personal conflict through the appropriate internal channel and requested that reporting lines be temporarily adjusted.<\/p>\n

I didn’t want power over the woman my husband had deceived.<\/p>\n

And I didn’t want anyone later claiming I’d used my new position to punish her.<\/p>\n

For several months, Chloe reported to another director.<\/p>\n

It was awkward.<\/p>\n

But professional.<\/p>\n

Eventually, strangely, we became friendly.<\/p>\n

Not best friends.<\/p>\n

Not sisters united against a man.<\/p>\n

Just two women who had been told different versions of the same lie.<\/p>\n

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David and I separated.<\/p>\n

He wanted to explain.<\/p>\n

So eventually I let him.<\/p>\n

We met with attorneys involved.<\/p>\n

His explanation was exactly what you’d expect from someone who had spent three years becoming comfortable with impossible contradictions.<\/p>\n

He loved me.<\/p>\n

But we’d grown apart.<\/p>\n

He never meant for things with Chloe to become serious.<\/p>\n

Then they became serious.<\/p>\n

He intended to tell me.<\/p>\n

Then the timing was bad.<\/p>\n

Then my new job appeared.<\/p>\n

Then Chloe unexpectedly became my assistant.<\/p>\n

Then everything \u201cspiraled.\u201d<\/p>\n

I listened.<\/p>\n

Finally, I asked:<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen exactly were you planning to tell me you were engaged?\u201d<\/p>\n

He had no answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about the wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n

Silence.<\/p>\n

\u201cWere you going to divorce me the week before?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRachel\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr were you going to marry her while still married to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen what was the plan?\u201d<\/p>\n

He rubbed his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

And I believed him.<\/p>\n

That was perhaps the most disturbing answer.<\/p>\n

There had been no master plan.<\/p>\n

David had simply become skilled at solving each day’s lie with tomorrow’s lie.<\/p>\n

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The divorce took more than a year.<\/p>\n

There was no judge who saw my spreadsheet and instantly handed me everything.<\/p>\n

There were financial disclosures.<\/p>\n

Account tracing.<\/p>\n

Valuations.<\/p>\n

Questions about the startup.<\/p>\n

Arguments over the condo deposit.<\/p>\n

Negotiations.<\/p>\n

Attorney fees.<\/p>\n

The affair mattered emotionally far more than it necessarily determined every financial outcome.<\/p>\n

What mattered financially was where the money came from, what David had done with it, and what the law allowed.<\/p>\n

The condo purchase didn’t proceed as David had imagined.<\/p>\n

C&D did not become the glamorous empire advertised at the launch party.<\/p>\n

Without the personal relationship and with ownership questions being reviewed, Chloe wanted out.<\/p>\n

The business was eventually restructured and later dissolved before it became anything significant.<\/p>\n

No billion-dollar revenge.<\/p>\n

Just paperwork.<\/p>\n

A lot of it.<\/p>\n

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David lost Chloe.<\/p>\n

He lost me.<\/p>\n

But he didn’t lose his entire life.<\/p>\n

He continued working.<\/p>\n

He rented an apartment.<\/p>\n

He paid what he was required to pay under the agreements eventually reached.<\/p>\n

I mention that because for months I fantasized about him ending up with nothing.<\/p>\n

Then I realized I didn’t actually need him destroyed.<\/p>\n

I needed to be free from organizing my life around what happened to him.<\/p>\n

That was harder.<\/p>\n

And healthier.<\/p>\n

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A year and a half after my first day, Chloe got promoted.<\/p>\n

Not by me.<\/p>\n

I deliberately stayed out of the decision.<\/p>\n

Afterward, she came into my office.<\/p>\n

\u201cI got it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard.\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled.<\/p>\n

Then her eyes moved toward my desk.<\/p>\n

There was a photograph there.<\/p>\n

Not of a man.<\/p>\n

It was me standing in Key West.<\/p>\n

The same beach from the photograph she’d once kept of David.<\/p>\n

Jessica had taken me there after the divorce became final.<\/p>\n

In the picture, my hair was blowing everywhere and I was laughing.<\/p>\n

Chloe picked up the frame.<\/p>\n

\u201cSame beach?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSame beach.\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cBetter picture.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDefinitely.\u201d<\/p>\n

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She married someone else three years later.<\/p>\n

I attended the wedding.<\/p>\n

That surprises people when I tell the story.<\/p>\n

But Chloe hadn’t stolen my husband.<\/p>\n

David had lied to both of us.<\/p>\n

That didn’t make every choice Chloe made perfect.<\/p>\n

There were moments when she should have asked harder questions.<\/p>\n

She knew his \u201cdivorce\u201d dragged on for years.<\/p>\n

She accepted explanations that were convenient to believe.<\/p>\n

She admitted that herself.<\/p>\n

But there was a difference between ignoring warning signs and knowingly participating in a three-year affair with a married man.<\/p>\n

I wasn’t going to invent guilt just because anger wanted somewhere easy to go.<\/p>\n

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As for me, I stayed single for a while.<\/p>\n

Not because David had ruined love.<\/p>\n

Because I discovered I liked knowing what my own life looked like when nobody else was secretly writing half of it.<\/p>\n

I kept the spreadsheet.<\/p>\n

For years.<\/p>\n

Date. Lie. Evidence. Amount. Notes.<\/strong><\/p>\n

One evening, I opened it and realized I hadn’t looked at it in almost twelve months.<\/p>\n

I almost deleted it.<\/p>\n

Instead, I added one final row.<\/p>\n

Date:<\/strong> Today.<\/p>\n

Lie:<\/strong> That I needed to understand every lie before I could move on.<\/p>\n

Evidence:<\/strong> I don’t.<\/p>\n

Amount:<\/strong> Nothing.<\/p>\n

Notes:<\/strong> Finished.<\/p>\n

Then I closed it.<\/p>\n

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People always ask me about the launch party.<\/p>\n

They imagine that was the moment I won.<\/p>\n

The black dress.<\/p>\n

The champagne.<\/p>\n

David’s face when he saw my name tag.<\/p>\n

The dramatic reveal.<\/p>\n

But that wasn’t the moment that changed me.<\/p>\n

It happened on my first morning at work.<\/p>\n

Chloe had pointed proudly at the photograph of my husband and said:<\/p>\n

\u201cThat’s the man I’m going to marry.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

And somehow I had smiled.<\/p>\n

At the time, I thought that smile meant I was weak.<\/p>\n

Later, I understood what it actually meant.<\/p>\n

My mind had bought me a few seconds before my heart caught up.<\/p>\n

A few seconds were enough to stop me from screaming.<\/p>\n

Enough to listen.<\/p>\n

Enough to learn what was really happening.<\/p>\n

Enough to protect myself before confronting the man who had spent three years assuming I’d never compare his stories.<\/p>\n

David believed he had successfully built two separate lives.<\/p>\n

He had made only one mistake.<\/p>\n

He put the two women living them at desks beside each other.<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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The smile vanished from his face. Not gradually. Instantly. His champagne glass stopped halfway to his mouth. Chloe followed his gaze. When she saw me, her face lit up. \u201cRachel!\u201d She waved. That was almost the cruelest part. She was happy to see me. She leaned toward David and said something I couldn’t hear. David […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5183,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8539","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-interesting"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8539","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8539"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8539\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8540,"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8539\/revisions\/8540"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5183"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8539"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8539"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tappyli.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8539"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}