The Night I Locked My Wife in the Storage Room — and the Morning That Changed Everything

Days passed, but I couldn’t eat, couldn’t work. Every night, I dreamed of Anita walking away with our son, and me chasing her through an endless fog.

That’s when I finally understood. I had never really been her husband. I had been my mother’s son first — obedient, silent, and weak.

And now, I had lost the woman who once trusted me with her life.

A Choice to Make

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