I thought we had built something beautiful—seven years of marriage, a warm home filled with laughter, and our precious daughter, Judy. Life wasn’t always easy, but it was real and full of love. Or so I believed.
One quiet evening, after I had just tucked Judy into bed, Lucas came home looking distant and worn.
“We need to talk,” he said.
My heart dropped. “What’s going on?”
He sighed. “Amanda, I feel stuck. Everything is about the baby, the chores—it’s like we’ve lost us. You’ve changed.”
His words cut deep. “We’re parents, Lucas. You knew this wouldn’t always be easy.”
He looked away. “I didn’t think it would feel this… heavy.”
Then my phone buzzed. A message from my best friend, Sarah: “Just saw Lucas at The Blue Lounge. Thought you should know…” Attached was a photo—Lucas with his arm around a smiling blonde woman.
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