There is a special kind of pain that comes from feeling something is wrong while the person you love keeps telling you that everything is fine. That was my reality for almost eight months. My husband changed slowly, almost too slowly to notice at first.
He became quieter during dinner. His laughter felt forced. When I asked about his day, his answers were shorter than usual, as if he was reading from a script he had memorized long ago. I told myself marriage goes through phases, and maybe this was just one of them.
But deep down, my heart kept beating with quiet suspicion. The first real alarm came with his phone. It had never been an issue before. We used to leave our gadgets around the house freely, sometimes even borrowing each other’s devices without asking.
