It was an ordinary Tuesday morning when I borrowed my husband's laptop. Mine wasn't working and, needing to print something, I opened his. At that very moment, a notification pinged in the corner of the screen, revealing that my beloved marriage wasn't what I believed it to be.
In the aftermath of my discovery, I existed in a fog, carrying a persistent sense of unease accompanied by a complete loss of trust - in everyone, but most tragically, in myself.
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