I never imagined that one choice could unravel everything I held dear. For two years, I had an affair with my husband’s friend. I convinced myself that I could keep it hidden, that no one would ever know. But then, my husband found out. The look on his face, the shock and hurt in his eyes, will haunt me forever.

In that moment, I realized just how much I had destroyed. Our marriage of 18 years, built on love and trust, was now in pieces. I wanted to make it all go away, to somehow erase the betrayal from his mind and start over. But I knew it wasn’t that simple. Trust, once broken, doesn’t heal easily.

I’ve been trying to show him how deeply I regret what I’ve done. I’ve cut all ties with his friend, focusing on repairing the damage I caused. I know I need to be patient, to allow him the space to process the pain. I can’t force forgiveness. All I can do is be there for him, show him that I’m committed to rebuilding our life together.

Some days are harder than others. There are moments when the distance between us feels insurmountable, and I fear we’ll never find our way back. But I hold on to hope. I believe in the love we once shared, and I believe that with time and effort, we can find a way to move forward. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove that he can trust me again.