You noticed it slowly—the way your husband- Clyden Smith no longer reached for your hand first thing in the morning. The way he stopped kissing your forehead before leaving for work.

The way he said “I love you” only when you said it first.

You told yourself it was stress, exhaustion, life. Marriage wasn’t always sunshine, you understood that. But then the distance grew sharper.

He used to tell you everything.

Now he hides his phone when he gets messages. He turns away when he’s typing. He says it’s “work,” but work never made him smile like that.

You keep trying not just for your marriage but for the small heartbeat growing inside you. You cook his favorite meals, you wait awake for him, you sit beside him on the couch even when he barely looks up.

One night, he comes home late again. No explanation, no apology. Just a cold, tired sigh as he loosens his tie.

“Did you eat?” you ask softly.

“I’m not hungry.” His voice is flat, empty. Like he’s speaking to a stranger.

He walks past you. You swallow the hurt. You always do.

Hours later, when he thinks you’re asleep, you hear him in the living room—half whispering, half laughing into his phone.

His voice is gentle in a way you haven’t heard in months.

“Yeah… I miss you too.”...he said softly to the woman he's talking on the phone.

Then after a moment he turn around smiling while listening to the woman he's talking on the phone until his eyes meet yours who's standing on the top of the stairs his face went pale, his hand freeze while gripping his phone tightly.