The hotel was magical, the ocean breeze soothing. David and I, married for five years, had always felt incomplete. I wanted children, but David dodged the conversation. When he suggested a beach vacation, I hoped it meant he was ready to move forward.
After a perfect evening, David fell asleep, but I woke to him slipping out of bed in the middle of the night. The next morning, his casual response to my question sent a chill through me. What was he hiding?
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“How did you sleep?” I asked, keeping my tone light.
“Great! Didn’t wake up once,” David replied casually.
That night, I followed him. At the end of the hallway, he was with a blonde receptionist. They spoke softly before driving away together. The next morning, I learned David had checked out early, leaving me behind.
Months later, I discovered she was his high school sweetheart. He had planned it all.
But eventually, I healed, and met Ryan. And for the first time, I felt free.
