The last year had been particularly strained. He spent more evenings at the office, and our conversations grew shorter.
A hidden credit card statement with unexplained charges had added to my unease. I suggested counseling, but he shut me down, dismissing my worries.
A close friend had warned me she saw him with someone new. Still, I avoided confrontation.
Now, just days after the party, I dreaded the family meeting at our house. My husband wanted to discuss our plans, yet I was unsure of what those plans would entail.
Calls from his secretary hinted at a significant project decision at work, demanding more of his time.
Every glance at the envelope reminded me of the pressure mounting beneath the surface. The quiet before the storm felt suffocating, like the calm before an inevitable unraveling.
And yet, no one was ready to admit it.
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