As golden evening light filled our apartment, I stared at a photo from our wedding—Flynn smiling, his arm around me. We’d built a picture-perfect life over five years of marriage, filled with love, laughter, and quiet moments. But lately, he’d grown distant—coming home late, snapping at little things, retreating behind silence.
One night, he said it: “I want a divorce.” His cold words shattered me. I was left alone, confused, questioning everything.
Then I found his old laptop.
The messages were unmistakable—Flynn had been seeing someone. But the shock deepened when I saw who: Benji, his best friend. I watched them meet at a café, their embrace confirming what I hadn’t dared imagine.
Flynn was in love—with a man.
He reached out days later, asking to meet. At the park, he finally admitted the truth. He hadn’t meant to hurt me; he’d been hiding from himself. I felt both heartbreak and clarity.
We parted with understanding and pain, but also with peace. As he and Benji left to start a new life, I began reclaiming my own. And with each step forward, I discovered something I didn’t expect: I was stronger than I knew—and ready to begin again.