The guilt twisted deeper. Every time she walked out the door, I felt like I was losing her piece by piece.
The Moment of Truth
One evening, unable to bear the weight of my thoughts, I finally asked.
We were sitting in the living room, the lamp casting a warm light over the quiet space between us. “You’ve been seeing your doctor every week,” I said carefully. “Is everything all right?”
But as the visits continued, I began to wonder. Was she sick? Was something wrong? My mind played cruel tricks on me — was she hiding pain from me the way I had hidden my betrayal from her?
The guilt twisted deeper. Every time she walked out the door, I felt like I was losing her piece by piece.
The Moment of Truth
One evening, unable to bear the weight of my thoughts, I finally asked.
