Emily was five years younger than me, full of light and energy, the kind of woman who drew attention without even trying. I loved her — or I thought I did — until I realized she’d been seeing my husband behind my back.
When the truth came out, it destroyed more than my marriage. It tore my family apart. My parents begged me not to “make a scene.” My mother’s exact words still ring in my ears:
“Love doesn’t always make sense, Claire. At least he’s still in the family.”
So I didn’t argue. I just packed my bags, signed the papers, and quietly moved out of the home I had once called ours.
Four Years of Silence
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