“Impossible!” John gasped, his pulse racing. The image on his screen was a silent executioner, murdering years of shared memories in an instant. His wife, the woman he trusted above all others, had been living a lie. He found himself staring at the photo in a trance of disbelief. Just moments ago, stepping off the plane, he had felt a surge of warmth at the sight of a notification from Chloe.
That joy, however, vanished like a ghost. At first glance, she looked radiant—her smile was wide, her eyes glowing with life. But then, his blood ran cold. A single detail caught his eye, a jarring realization that made his heart stutter. What was he looking at? It felt like a fever dream—a surreal, sickening reality that his mind refused to accept. The life they had meticulously built together was crumbling, replaced by a truth that felt entirely alien. With shaking fingers, John dialed his lawyer, his voice cracking as he forced out the unthinkable: “I need you to draw up divorce papers.” It was a move no one would have predicted.
For five years, John and Chloe were the gold standard of couples, their bond seemingly unbreakable. Their marriage had a rhythm all its own; John’s demanding travel schedule often kept them apart, while Chloe dedicated her solitude to charity work.
They had mastered the art of long-distance devotion—or so John thought, until this single, devastating moment. John had always operated on a foundation of total faith, leaving for his trips without a second thought
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