“You’re leaving again? You never spend the night. If you love your wife so much, if you’re so loyal to Elaine, then why are you still sleeping with me?”
The silence stretched afterward, so I thought the recording had ended.
But the progress bar kept moving.
Then, his voice came again.
“Elaine is a gynecologist. She touches those things every day. I can’t help but feel… she’s a little dirty.”
Elaine's POV
The recording ended there.
His voice had been sharp as ice, each word like a blade cutting deep, mercilessly.
In that moment, everything I’d been holding onto shattered. And the saddest part? My efforts now felt like a cruel joke.
Dirty? Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?
Six years of marriage. Ten years together. Thirteen years since we first met.
And not once had I realized the boy who once soothed my broken heart with quiet kindness had become someone so cold and unrecognizable.
Tears welled in my eyes. I shut them tight, letting the warmth silently streak down my cheeks.
Turned out, I couldn’t endure it. Not even for our daughter. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself.