Betrayed Reflection
That night, as Eric lay beside me snoring softly, my mind refused to quiet down. How did we get here? I wondered, staring at the ceiling.
Every breath he took sounded like a betrayal. The man I’d trusted implicitly was leading a secret life. I felt like a stranger in my own marriage.
But remembering our plan brought a flicker of satisfaction—justice was on the horizon, and this secret wouldn’t last forever.