“I met someone else”
The words sliced through me like a blade. I gripped the edge of the table, my vision blurring.
In the weeks that followed, I spent sleepless nights staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment of our marriage. I wondered how a love that had survived decades could suddenly mean nothing.
But in the end, I decided to let him go.
We agreed to keep the divorce a secret from our children until everything was finalized. I wasn’t ready for their questions, their pity, or their anger. I just wanted silence.
Then, three weeks later, silence shattered into chaos.
I was sitting in bed, mindlessly scrolling through my phone, when a notification popped up on my screen. My heart stuttered. Troy’s smartwatch alert.
I had completely forgotten—his smartwatch was still synced to my phone.
WARNING: Severe heart rate drop detected. Seek medical attention immediately.
Panic shot through me like a bolt of electricity. His doctor had warned him about his heart. Was he having a heart attack?
I grabbed my phone and called him. No answer.
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