Viral Betrayal: A Wife's Agony

o tightly I could barely breathe. He was like a scared pupp

he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and regret. "I promis

trembling, u

lay on his pillow: "Urgent company matter. H

tched. I knew

ant, was framed by the chaos of a public altercation. In the background, unmistakable, was Jeremy, mid-pu

For her. While I lay in our b

. Then, I got dressed. Alone. I d

fe, slip away. A single tear traced a path down my temple, a silent testament to love, to hate, to everything lost. But mostly, it was relief

lights blurring through the rain-streaked windows of the

n my sofa, wearing my fluffy house slippers. My favorite tea cup, the one Jeremy had given me

o was standing awkwardly by the fireplace, stammered,

d up at the office, and I just happened to run into her. She was so upset. I just..

mean to intrude. It's all my fault. Jeremy was just trying to be kind." She lowered her gaze, wringing

ze remained fixed on Jeremy, my

eerily calm. "Who you bring home, who you slee

e divorce papers, still where I had l

or the documents. I picked them up, then slammed them down

e eye. "I had the abortion

e papers