I had been married to my wife for fifteen years when I made the worst mistake of my life. Guilt weighed on me until I confessed everything, expecting anger and heartbreak. She cried, and I felt the pain I caused sink into my chest. But then something unexpected happened. She became gentle, thoughtful, almost overly kind in a way that didn’t feel real.
She cooked my favorite meals every night and left small loving notes around the house. At first, I thought she was trying to save our marriage, and I tried my best to show her I was committed to making things right. But the sweetness felt unusual, like there was something hidden beneath the surface. I found myself watching her actions closely, wondering what she was thinking.
