A confession and its aftermath

Last week, Ben sat in our living room — the same room where he’d celebrated holidays and birthdays with us — and said the words that shattered the illusion of control, “I’ve always been in love with you. Even before any of this.”

I watched the color drain from my husband’s face. He was silent at first, but the silence didn’t last.

He stood up, furious. Accusing Ben of betrayal, waiting, taking advantage of the situation. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t known.

Now he wants me back but can we ever go back?

Later that night, my husband finally broke down. He admitted he had made a mistake, that he never really thought I would find someone else — especially not someone so close. He said he was scared of losing me for good.

He wants to work things out. He says we can go back. Close the marriage. Heal and try again.

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