Was it possible he had done this out of misguided love? But another part of me, the one that had been silent for too long, shouted that this was a violation of trust, a breach too significant to overlook. I told him I needed time to think, and retreated to the guest room—away from his soft words and tender touches.
That night, I lay awake, wrestling with a heavy heart and the harsh realization that the man I thought I knew was a stranger. And as dawn light crept through the window, I knew I had to decide whether our story would end with a period or a question mark.
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