For the first time in weeks, I felt a flicker of hope.
But that hope didn’t last.
As time passed, something felt off. It was subtle, but I couldn’t ignore it—almost like he had expected a different outcome.
The thought crept in: What if he was the one hiding something?
One night, while he slept, I checked his phone.
What I found ended everything.
Messages with a coworker.
He told her he planned to leave me. That he was just waiting for the “right time.”
There was no coming back from that.
The next morning, after he left for work, I called a lawyer and filed for divorce.
