Perhaps, in his wildest dreams, Henry could never have envisioned the turn our lives would take five years hence.
Five years later, driven by the lure of a wealthy woman, he orchestrated a despicable plot, framing a homeless man to tarnish my innocence and resorting to any means necessary to divorce me.
All those vows of eternal love were scattered by the winds of time.
We could never reclaim the innocence and love that once defined us.
As Henry retreated to the shower, his cell phone lay abandoned on the living room's coffee table.
An invisible force seemed to draw me towards it.
In five years of marriage, I had never once snooped through his phone, a testament to the trust I believed should exist between partners.
But that trust had been shattered the moment he chose to harm me.
I unlocked the phone, and my eyes were immediately drawn to a pinned chat labeled "Ms. George."
The latest exchange was a chilling revelation.
Henry: [Failed.]
Ms. George: [Henry, if you wish to join my family, you must prove your sincerity.]
Henry: [I'll file for divorce as soon as possible. Just let her go, alright?]