My Heart Wasn’t Supposed to Break Like This
It was supposed to be a night to remember.
And it was just not the way I imagined.
I’d done everything right. The dress. The candles. The soft music filling the room. Gabriel and I had been together for ten years, and tonight was supposed to be the celebration of it all. A toast to our love, a quiet evening, just the two of us. I thought I knew what to expect romance, maybe a surprise getaway. What I didn’t expect was a voicemail.
One missed call. That’s all it took.
I pressed play, my heart already in my throat, expecting something mundane. What I heard shattered everything.
A voice I didn’t recognize telling me about a child. Gabriel’s child. And the woman? Someone I knew. Someone from our past. Someone who I never imagined would be a part of this twisted revelation.
I froze, my finger still hovering over the phone, my mind refusing to comprehend what I’d just heard. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
I tried calling Gabriel. No answer. No comfort. No explanation. Just silence.
By morning, the world knew.
I had barely wrapped my head around it when the video surfaced. A clip, raw and intimate, of Gabriel holding that child. His child. His face full of love, but with something else hiding behind it. The internet tore into the story like a pack of wolves. And there I was, the woman in the background, ignored and invisible, while they dissected every detail of Gabriel’s betrayal.
The calls started coming in. The texts. The whispers. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone had a theory. But no one knew the truth not the real truth. Only I did. And Gabriel? He begged. He pleaded. But no amount of begging would change what I knew.
As I dug deeper, I realized the affair wasn’t a one-time mistake. It wasn’t an accident. It was a lifetime of lies. A web of deceit so tangled, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it before.
Divorce? That was the easy part. But the truth? The truth was something I wasn’t ready for. And the more I uncovered, the more I realized: this was only the beginning. What I thought I knew about my husband was nothing but a carefully constructed illusion.
Genre: General Fiction
It was supposed to be a night to remember.
And it was just not the way I imagined.
I’d done everything right. The dress. The candles. The soft music filling the room. Gabriel and I had been together for ten years, and tonight was supposed to be the celebration of it all. A toast to our love, a quiet evening, just the two of us. I thought I knew what to expect romance, maybe a surprise getaway. What I didn’t expect was a voicemail.
One missed call. That’s all it took.
I pressed play, my heart already in my throat, expecting something mundane. What I heard shattered everything.
A voice I didn’t recognize telling me about a child. Gabriel’s child. And the woman? Someone I knew. Someone from our past. Someone who I never imagined would be a part of this twisted revelation.
I froze, my finger still hovering over the phone, my mind refusing to comprehend what I’d just heard. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
I tried calling Gabriel. No answer. No comfort. No explanation. Just silence.
By morning, the world knew.
I had barely wrapped my head around it when the video surfaced. A clip, raw and intimate, of Gabriel holding that child. His child. His face full of love, but with something else hiding behind it. The internet tore into the story like a pack of wolves. And there I was, the woman in the background, ignored and invisible, while they dissected every detail of Gabriel’s betrayal.
The calls started coming in. The texts. The whispers. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone had a theory. But no one knew the truth not the real truth. Only I did. And Gabriel? He begged. He pleaded. But no amount of begging would change what I knew.
As I dug deeper, I realized the affair wasn’t a one-time mistake. It wasn’t an accident. It was a lifetime of lies. A web of deceit so tangled, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it before.
Divorce? That was the easy part. But the truth? The truth was something I wasn’t ready for. And the more I uncovered, the more I realized: this was only the beginning. What I thought I knew about my husband was nothing but a carefully constructed illusion.
Genre: General Fiction
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