For fifteen years, I lived what looked like a picture-perfect married life. But the truth? We had never once shared a bed the way most couples do. And the day I overheard my husband speaking with his best friend, everything I thought I knew unraveled.
People saw us as an ideal match. We worked long hours at reputable companies. We left for the office together every morning, returned home at dusk, and appeared side by side at every community event. Our apartment was always tidy, our Sunday routines predictable: potted plants watered, shoes lined up, dinner ordered from the same corner takeout.
