Each word felt like a small cut, deepening the wound.
The realization that my partner had been keeping this from me sat heavily on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
I heard a faint creak behind me and turned sharply, expecting to see my partner’s face, an explanation ready on their lips.
But the room was still empty, the silence almost mocking in its persistence.
I dropped the papers on the coffee table, the sound echoing in the quiet.
I sat down on the edge of the couch, my heart pounding in my ears.
How long had this been going on?
The question hung in the air, unanswered, as I tried to piece together the timeline.
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