Bills kept drowning us, my husband Marco came home later and later, and our nights ended in arguments neither of us wanted to have. I blamed money. I blamed stress. I even blamed myself. But the truth behind everything… was something I never could’ve imagined. Something that shook every assumption about my marriage—and my husband.
The Suspicion That Changed Everything
One night, while Marco slowly unbuttoned his shirt like the day had drained every ounce of strength from him, I finally snapped.
“We can’t keep living like this,” I said. “Where is all our money going? I thought you earned more than this.”
He looked at me with tired, apologetic eyes.
“I’m doing everything I can, Jen.”
But something inside me twisted. A cold thought. A whisper I hated myself for thinking: He’s hiding something.
After I quit my job due to a brutal flare of fibromyalgia, everything had fallen on him. I thought our struggles were because of my health. But the late nights… the money disappearing… his exhaustion… Nothing added up.
The Moment Everything Shattered
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