I thought I knew the man I married, but one morning shattered everything, exposing a secret I could never forgive.
Jason and I seemed like a perfect match from the start. His calm, nerdy charm and our shared passion for technology made us feel like “partners in crime in the digital world.”
We fell in love fast, moving through dating, engagement, and marriage with ease. Early days were full of adventure—hiking, dreaming about a future together, and weekends spent off screens, just the two of us.
Then things began to change. One Friday, he came home unusually late, barely muttering an apology before falling asleep. He blamed long hours, insisting it was “all for our future.”
But his lateness became routine, our weekends together replaced with silent movie nights, as he drifted to sleep with his phone in hand. The distance between us grew, bringing a feeling I couldn’t ignore.
On his birthday, I planned a special dinner, but he arrived hours late, his shirt rumpled and carrying a faint scent of unfamiliar cologne.
I asked him to put his phone down, but his eyes kept returning to it, as if it held more than just work emails. The silence at dinner was heavier than words.
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