And that’s when the fury came.
“Easy?” I asked, voice rising. “You abandoned me in the most vulnerable moment of my life. You let your mother threaten me. You didn’t trust me — or us.”
Emily, holding Sarah, walked into the room then. She’d heard enough.
“Maybe you should leave.”
And he did.
The Second Betrayal
Days passed. His mother called again, this time to scold me. “You humiliated Alex,” she said.
I hung up without a word.
Then, Alex came back.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I let fear get in the way. Please, give me another chance. For Sarah. For us.”
I wanted to believe him. For Sarah’s sake.
So I agreed to try — cautiously.
But something inside me had changed. My trust had cracked. And cracks, I’ve learned, don’t heal without truth.
So one night, while he slept beside me, I picked up his phone. I didn’t want to snoop. I needed peace. I needed reassurance.
Messages.
To a woman he worked with. Romantic. Secretive. Whispered plans of a future — one that didn’t include me.
The Day I Walked Away
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