I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who would dig through her husband’s emails. I wasn’t snooping that morning. I simply wanted to check a shipping confirmation for a package on his laptop, something I’d ordered for the house.
The computer was open on the kitchen table, the screen glowing faintly in the morning light. When I clicked the browser, a new email thread appeared—something I wasn’t supposed to see.
At first, I told myself it must be something else, maybe a misunderstanding. But then my eyes caught a single line that made my stomach twist.
He’ll never see this coming.
And there it was—my name in the email, written over and over, tangled in messages between my husband, Thomas, and a divorce lawyer. They’d been talking for weeks.
He was planning everything behind my back.
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