When I married Selena, I thought I had found the kind of love that people wrote about in novels—the steady, enduring kind that made you feel safe even on your worst days. She was funny in a quiet way, the type who never needed to be the loudest in the room to be noticed. I loved her calmness, the way she could turn chaos into peace just by looking at me with those patient eyes.
We’d been married for seven years, and I truly believed we knew everything about each other.
Or at least, I thought we did. It started about a month before her birthday.
Usually, I was the one to plan everything: dinner with friends, a cake from her favorite bakery, maybe a weekend getaway if we could manage the time off work. But this year, Selena told me she wanted to handle it herself.
“Really?” I asked one evening while we were having dinner.
“You always say you like being surprised.”
She smiled without meeting my eyes. “I know, but this year I want to do something different. Just a small gathering.
Don’t worry about it.”
It was odd, but I didn’t press.
People change, I told myself. Maybe she wanted to celebrate quietly, or maybe she wanted to surprise me for once.
Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The first real sign came a week later when I overheard her on the phone.
She was in the living room, her voice low but tense.
“No, I told him it’s just a work thing,” she said. “He doesn’t suspect anything.”
The words hit me like a jolt. I froze in the hallway, every nerve on edge.
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