The night Flynn asked for a divorce, I knew something was off. After five seemingly happy years of marriage, his sudden coldness, distant behavior, and vague excuses didn’t make sense. He claimed he was just tired and overworked, but my gut said otherwise.

When he left the next morning with little explanation, I was devastated. Days later, I found his forgotten laptop — and what I discovered shattered me: messages with someone saved as “Love.” Only, it wasn’t another woman. It was Benji — Flynn’s best friend.