He rubbed both hands over his face and looked down at the blanket.
“Jack,” I said, my voice breaking, “please. I am your wife. I deserve the truth.”
For a long moment, he said nothing.
And in that silence, my heart broke a little more.
Finally, he whispered, “I can’t talk about this right now.”
I stared at him.
“You can’t talk about it?”
He swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“Not tonight.”
“Jack, don’t walk away from me.”
But he did.
He left the room, and I sat there in the dark, feeling like the life I trusted was quietly falling apart around me.
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The next morning, his side of the bed was empty.
On the nightstand was a note.
Gone to work early. We’ll talk tonight.
I read it three times.
Then I crushed it in my fist.
I wasn’t going to wait until tonight.
I had already waited long enough.
By afternoon, my nerves were stretched so thin I could hardly breathe. Emma came home from school and immediately asked if she could go play with Lily.
Normally, I would have smiled.
That day, I saw an opportunity.
“Sure, sweetheart,” I said, trying to sound normal. “Go ahead.”
She ran next door with her backpack still half-open.
I waited nearly an hour.
Then I walked across the lawn and knocked on Ryan’s door.
When he opened it, he smiled politely.
“Hi. Heather, right?”
“Yes,” I said, forcing a friendly expression. “I’m sorry to bother you. Is Emma here?”
“She’s out back with Lily,” he said. “Come in. I’ll call her.”
He turned toward the back of the house.
And I did something I am not proud of.
I stepped inside and looked around.
The living room was neat and warm, but something about it felt incomplete. There were photos of Ryan and Lily everywhere. Lily at the beach. Lily on a bicycle. Lily missing her front tooth. Ryan holding her on his shoulders.
There were family photos too — people who looked like Ryan, with dark hair and olive skin.
But there was no woman.
No mother.
No wife.
Then my eyes drifted toward the staircase.
At the top of the landing hung a framed photograph of a beautiful blonde woman.
My breath caught.
She had Emma’s curls.
Lily’s smile.
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