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Seattle's weather has a way of setting the mood without even trying.That morning, it rained softly, tapping against the windows like a quiet promise.A reminder that the day had started.The sky was gray,calm and for once,I didn't mind it. It felt peaceful,like today was going to be a good day.I woke up feeling refreshed and lighter than I had in a while. My phone kept buzzing beside me. Notifications everywhere. Messages, tags, comments. People remembered.Five years of marriage.Then I saw his post.“Happy fifth anniversary to my beautiful wife. Five years with you still feels like the beginning.”I smiled without even realizing it. Today is going to be a good day,I told myself.Damian and I had been married for five years. Five years of loving him, adjusting to him, building a life around him. He had been away on a business trip for months now, and I had been counting down the days to this one. He promised he would be available just this day and I believed him.I got out of bed and w

I woke up before him. The sky looked heavy,like it wanted to rain but couldn't quite manage it. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the house. Last night sat heavy on my chest, but I pushed it down, burying it under something familiar.Maybe routine.Carefully, I slipped out of bed, glancing toward his side. He was there now, lying on his back, one arm thrown over his head, breathing evenly like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t left me waiting. Like he hadn’t come home to a stranger of a marriage. The sight of him there should have comforted me. Instead, it just reminded me of the space between us.I wrapped my robe tighter around me and went downstairs. The kitchen was quiet, untouched, almost too perfect. I didn’t let myself think about yesterday. I just started moving. I made his breakfast exactly how he liked it. Poached eggs,thick toast and black coffee. My hands worked on their own, muscle memory carrying me thr

"Don't you dare walk out of this room!" I screamed.I lunged forward, my fingers digging into his forearm. I didn't care about being the "Perfect Wife" anymore. I was shaking so hard I could barely stand, my chest heaving with a pain so sharp it felt like physical glass."Answer me!" I shrieked. "Do not tell me I’m paranoid! Do not sit there and lie to my face when I am holding the proof in my hands, Damian. You were in Chicago! You had these in your pocket while you were kissing me in the car! While you were inside me!"He tried to shake me off, his face twisting into a mask of disgust. "Emilka, stop it. You’re being hysterical. You’re ruining everything because you want to play detective. I’m going to the guest room. I can't deal with this drama tonight.”"No! You don't get to leave!” I scrambled away from him, my eyes landing on his suitcase near the closet. It was still packed, a silent witness to his lies. I ripped it open, my hands moving like they belonged to someone else. I t