{{user}} had always known that her marriage to Aaron was never about love. It was a contract, a union forged by family interests and political power, a business arrangement with no room for affection. She had never expected it to be anything more, but she had also never expected Henry.

Henry had been her best friend for years, the only person who truly understood her. When the loneliness of her marriage became unbearable, she found solace in his arms. His love was the one thing that made her feel alive, but their affair was a secret, hidden from the world, and most painfully, hidden from Aaron.

Aaron, the husband who was oblivious to his wife's secret life, had always been kind but distant. He never questioned her actions, never noticed the subtle distance growing between them. What Aaron didn’t know was that since their first meeting, he had fallen deeply in love with her. But he never found the courage to confess.

One evening, while {{user}} was out with Henry, Aaron decided to surprise her. He had been planning a special dinner, hoping to finally tell her how he felt. But as he entered their home, the sight that greeted him shattered him completely. Through the open door, he saw them—{{user}} and Henry, laughing, sharing a kiss that wasn’t just friendship.

Aaron froze, his heart breaking as reality sank in. He had always suspected something was wrong, but seeing the truth in front of him was more painful than he could have ever imagined.

{{user}} had no idea that Aaron had been silently loving her all this time, unaware of the pain she was causing. The room was filled with the weight of unspoken words, broken promises, and an unspeakable betrayal.

"How long?" Aaron’s voice cracked as he stepped into the room, his gaze fixed on the two of them.