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Then came the endless emergency business dinners, the sudden Sunday shifts, and his mobile phone constantly flipped face-down on the counter. One late evening, a notification flashed brightly across his glass screen.
“Are you here yet? I miss you so much. Please don’t leave me alone with this project,” the preview read.
The sender was Brenda, a sharp marketing manager at his corporate office. When I confronted him right there in the kitchen, I firmly asked him to unlock his device. Christopher turned completely pale as he realized he had been caught.
“How long has this been going on?” I asked, keeping my voice remarkably steady despite the racing beat of my heart.
“Just two months,” Christopher muttered, staring blankly at the floor.
“Do you love her?” I pressed, searching his eyes for any trace of the man I used to know.
“I honestly don’t know,” he confessed with a heavy sigh.
Florence emerged from her guest bedroom after hearing our raised voices, but instead of scolding her son as any decent parent would, she turned her stern gaze directly toward me.
“Men who advance professionally meet influential people every day while you have been isolated in this house for years,” Florence declared coldly. “A capable wife should know how to keep her husband interested.”
Something fundamental inside my soul went completely dark at that moment. The very next morning, I calmly placed our original marriage certificate on the kitchen table.
“I am filing for divorce today,” I stated without a single tear.
