Something felt off, but before I could dig deeper, the shower stopped. I hastily locked the phone and returned it, feeling like the guilty party.
York, freshly dressed, joined me at the table, pouring wine.
"Happy fifth anniversary, darling!"
I clinked glasses, feigning composure. "York, will you always love me like this?"
He met my gaze. "Of course, sweetheart!"
"You won't get bored of me someday and... cheat?"
He chuckled. "What nonsense! With you in my life, no one else could catch my eye. Never have, never will."
Despite the bloodshot eyes, his gaze was as clear as ever, betraying nothing.
His calm demeanor only twisted the knife in my heart. How could he lie so effortlessly?
I couldn't bring myself to confront him about the message. Am I afraid of the truth, or hoping it is all a misunderstanding due to lack of concrete evidence?
Exhausted, York didn't notice my unease. He was soon fast asleep.
As his steady breathing filled the darkness, my tears flowed freely.
My heart felt hollow. We love each other so much. How could this happen?
Sweet memories flickered and shattered before my eyes. My husband lay inches away yet felt lost to me.