I always believed my wife, Jenna, and I shared everything. But when I wasn’t invited to her birthday party, I realized there were parts of her life I wasn’t meant to see—and the truth hurt more than I could have imagined.
We met eight years ago through our families and married five years later. She was vibrant and charming, a stark contrast to my quieter nature. But over time, her love for luxury and appearances began to clash with my simpler, more sentimental gestures. I ignored the signs, thinking love could bridge the gap.
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