At 53, I thought I had life figured out. My husband, Greg, and I had been together for over 25 years. We had grown kids, and we’d finally reached a point where we could relax, travel, and enjoy the fruits of our years together. I felt lucky, happy, content.
Then one evening, while Greg was out, his phone chimed on the living room table. I glanced at it, expecting to see a harmless notification. But the message preview showed a picture, and the name on it wasn’t familiar. Feeling uneasy, I opened his phone. There, in the photo gallery, was an image that would haunt me: Greg, leaning into another man, their lips inches apart, lost in a moment I never imagined he’d share with anyone else.
I stared at the screen, my mind reeling, my heart breaking. My life—the one I’d built with him—felt like it had been ripped away. In that moment, everything changed, and I was left holding the pieces of a broken life I thought was unbreakable.
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