When James told me that his company was offering him a significant position in Toronto, Canada, I was genuinely the first person to celebrate this opportunity with him. I felt proud of his accomplishments and excited about what this could mean for our future together.
“This is my big career opportunity,” he explained with enthusiasm. “It will only be for two years, Sarah. After that period, we can return and invest more heavily here in Mexico. We might even be able to open our own business with the savings and experience.”
Two years of living apart. Two years in which I would remain in Mexico City managing our rental properties in Querétaro and Monterrey, overseeing our various investments, and maintaining the life we had built together.
I trusted him completely. Because he was my husband. Because I loved him deeply. Because I had no reason whatsoever to doubt what he was telling me.
Until three days before his supposed departure flight, when everything I believed shattered in an instant.
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