For fifteen years I believed in the small, ordinary miracles of marriage, school runs, shared jokes over tea, the smell of Sunday porridge, the trust that comes from sleeping with someone night after night. I built a life with him. We had children, bills, dreams. We were ordinary and I was proud of it.
So when I discovered the truth, it felt like someone had walked into my chest and turned the lights off.It started with tiny things that I dismissed. Missed calls. An unexplained lipstick stain. A new perfume I didn’t buy. He said it was work stress. He said not to worry. I believed him because I wanted to. But then my best friend Lydia To continue reading,click here
