The night Flynn asked for a divorce, I knew something was off. He’d grown distant—late nights, cold responses, short tempers. Our once-loving marriage had slowly unraveled, and I couldn’t understand why. Until I found his laptop.
Desperate for answers, I opened it. What I discovered shattered me: messages with someone saved as “Love.” But the real shock came when I followed him to a café and saw who he was meeting—Benji, his best friend.
It wasn’t just an affair. Flynn was in love—with a man.
Everything suddenly made sense. The distance, the silence, the guilt. Flynn hadn’t left because of me; he’d been hiding who he truly was.
When he reached out, we met one last time. There were tears, regrets, and truths finally spoken. He apologized, and I told him I could’ve handled the truth—if only he’d trusted me with it.
As Flynn left to start a new life with Benji, I found unexpected peace. Though our love was over, I wasn’t broken. I was beginning again—stronger, wiser, and finally free.