Anna’s perfect life crumbled when her husband’s shocking admission made her faint and fall down the stairs. When she woke up paralyzed, he handed her divorce papers and vanished. Left to struggle alone with their son, she fought to rebuild… but two years later, he returned, begging on his knees.
The perfect life is like a house of cards. One wrong move, and everything tumbles down. I learned this the hard way when a single photo on my husband’s phone shattered 18 years of marriage into a million jagged pieces.
It was just an ordinary day at first. Jake and I were in the kitchen making dinner, laughing about his latest science project disaster.
The pasta sauce was simmering on the stove, filling our kitchen with the scent of basil and garlic. It was the kind of everyday moment I’d taken for granted, not knowing how precious those simple times would become.
David’s phone buzzed on the counter, and a text message preview lit up the screen: “Miss you already. Today was perfect.”
“Dad left his phone in the kitchen again,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. “I’ll take it upstairs to him.”
“I’ll do it,” I said, picking up the device.
I hadn’t meant to snoop, really. But something about that message made my stomach twist. One click, and there it was: a photo of my husband kissing another woman.
They looked… happy. Connected. Like they’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. Like my son and I didn’t exist.
