The night everything fell apart wasn’t loud or dramatic. It unfolded in stillness: my husband, my sister, my bed. No raised voices, no explanations—just a silence so heavy it carved itself into my chest. Betrayal didn’t rush in; it settled, hollowing me from the inside until breathing felt like work.
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