It’s been months since the day my husband caught me. I can still remember the look in his eyes, the pain I caused him. I had been seeing his friend for two years—a secret I thought I could keep forever. But secrets always find their way out. The guilt had been eating at me, and in some ways, when he finally discovered the truth, a part of me was almost relieved. But I was also terrified. How could I ask for his forgiveness after betraying him like this?

Since that day, things haven’t been the same. The trust we built over 18 years together shattered in an instant. I’ve tried apologizing, explaining, even begging. I thought if I showed him how sorry I was, if I promised to never do it again, maybe he could start to heal. But every time I look into his eyes, I see the doubt. I see the betrayal replaying in his mind.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make it right, but I keep trying. I focus on being open, honest, and patient. I give him the space he needs, but I’m also there when he’s ready to talk. I know this won’t be easy, and there’s no quick fix, but I hope that with time, he can see how much I still love him and how deeply I regret my mistake.