Unspoken Truth – Part 2
Morning came quietly.
The same way it always did.
The soft cry of our baby from the crib.
The pale sunlight slipping through the curtains.
The smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen.
And Richard… acting like the perfect husband.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said when I walked into the kitchen carrying our daughter.
He kissed her cheek. Then mine.
For a moment… I almost forgot.
Almost.
But then the words from those messages echoed in my head again.
“You’re my person.”
“I love you.”
I smiled.
Not the broken smile from yesterday.
A calm one.
“Morning,” I replied.
He poured coffee into my mug like he always did.
“Match yesterday sweet die,” he laughed. “That goal in the second half… ah!”
I nodded like I was listening.
But inside my head… I was planning.
After breakfast, Richard went back to the parlour with his laptop.
He worked online, so most days he stayed there for hours.
That was my chance.
I walked into the bedroom slowly.
His phone was still charging beside the bed.
For a few seconds… I just stared at it.
My heart was beating hard again.
But this time… I wasn’t shaking.
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