It felt like he was made of stone, while I was breaking into a million pieces.

Over time, resentment grew between us until our marriage couldn’t survive.

We divorced, and Sam eventually remarried.

I moved to a smaller town, trying to rebuild my life.

Twelve years later, Sam d.ied suddenly.

Days after his funeral, Sam’s new wife came to see me.

She sat at my kitchen table, her hands trembling around a cup of tea.

“It’s time you knew the truth,” she said softly.

I braced myself, my heart pounding.

She explained that Sam had cried but not where anyone could see.

The night our son di.ed, he drove alone to a quiet lake they used to visit together.

Every night for years, he went there, leaving flowers, talking to our boy, and letting out his grief where no one could hear him

. “He didn’t want you to see him like that,” she said through tears.

“He thought if he stayed strong for you, you’d have someone to lean on. But it tore him apart inside.”

I sat there sh0cked, tears flowing freely.

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