That’s exactly what happened to me. But to understand it, I need to go back to where it began.
Caleb and I had been together for fifteen years, married for eight. I knew he was the one from the moment we met at a college party. He wasn’t loud or flashy—just quietly kind, helping refill snack bowls while everyone else vied for attention. Somehow, in that chaos, he saw me.
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