My Unexpected wife

Chapter 1: The calm before the storm

A Glimpse into Their Life Before Her Departure

The sun cast a golden hue over the quiet neighborhood as the laughter of children echoed from a nearby park. For Sarah and David, life had fallen into a familiar rhythm. They lived in a modest, well-kept house that bore the marks of a home built with love-framed photos on the walls, a neatly tended garden, and the faint scent of fresh coffee that lingered in the air. Their life was not extravagant, but it was meaningful.

David was a hardworking architect who spent his days designing homes that he hoped would become havens for other families. His passion for his work was matched only by his devotion to Sarah. Sarah, on the other hand, was the heart of their home. She had an artistic flair that showed in her paintings, which adorned the walls of their home and occasionally drew the admiration of their friends. She had given up a career in art to focus on building their family, a decision she made willingly but one that often left her wondering what more she could achieve.

Despite their love for each other, cracks in their seemingly perfect relationship began to form, though they were subtle and easy to overlook in the busyness of life. David's demanding work hours often left Sarah feeling lonely. While she admired his dedication, she sometimes wished he would prioritize their time together more. On the other hand, David sometimes felt unappreciated, believing that his sacrifices to provide for their family went unnoticed. These unspoken frustrations, left unchecked, began to grow silently between them.

Their mornings were filled with routine. David would sip his coffee while scanning through his emails, and Sarah would prepare breakfast, humming softly as she moved around the kitchen. They shared conversations that were more functional than heartfelt-discussing schedules, bills, and grocery lists. There was a time when their mornings were filled with deep conversations about their dreams and aspirations, but those moments had become rare.

Their friends often commented on how perfect they seemed as a couple. At social gatherings, they would smile and laugh together, effortlessly giving the impression of unity. What no one saw were the small moments of distance that had crept into their private life. Sarah missed the spontaneity they once had-the surprise dates, the handwritten notes David used to leave her. David, too, felt the change but didn't know how to address it without sounding ungrateful for the life they had built.