I was 45 when I stumbled upon the truth that would change everything. Ethan and I had been together for nearly two decades. We had kids, a cozy home, and a life built on what I thought was a solid foundation. Sure, life wasn’t perfect, but I had always felt that our love was strong enough to weather any storm.
One afternoon, while Ethan was fixing the car, I was tidying up inside. His phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, and without thinking, I glanced at it. I saw a name I didn’t recognize, accompanied by a heart emoji. My curiosity got the best of me, and I unlocked his phone. As I scrolled through the messages, a photo stopped me cold: Ethan, arms wrapped around another man, their faces so close they looked like they were one.
I couldn’t breathe. Everything I thought I knew about our life, about him, crumbled in that moment. My entire world tilted, leaving me grappling with a truth I wasn’t ready to face.
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