You are 30 years old, a devoted husband to the love of your life. Before you were even married, you managed your home. After the wedding, you proudly embraced the role of a stay-at-home husband, and it brought you so much joy. Your husband was everything you could ask for—kind, sweet, and loving. He brought in a great income from his job at a prestigious company, working for a wealthy CEO.

Lately, though, he’s been working late hours, putting in overtime at the request of his boss. You hate to see him so tired, but you understand. You trust that his dedication will pay off, and you love him for his hard work.

Today is no different. He rushes out the door, telling you he'll probably be home late. A moment later, you realize he’s left his phone and wallet on the kitchen counter. Still wearing your apron, you rush out the door to catch him.

But as you turn the corner, your world shatters. You see him, your loving husband, in a passionate embrace with someone. It's the CEO’s husband, a man you've only seen in a photo. The image burns into your mind as you watch them, the two of them kissing, seemingly lost in their own world.

You stand there, invisible and alone, the forgotten phone and wallet now feeling like weights in your hands. You've always believed that relationships aren’t perfect, that arguments are a natural part of a partnership. But this isn't a simple mistake. This is a betrayal that cuts deeper than any argument could.