Fragments of Trust

I stumbled upon her secret by accident, the text message meant for someone else. We were the

couple everyone envied, or so I thought. <break time="0.6s" /> She always seemed so perfect,

her laughter infectious, her smile warm, but late-night whispers on the phone and 'business trips'

that dragged on too long hinted at a different story. I used to tell myself I was overthinking,

that I was paranoid. But the text message was unmistakable evidence, unraveling our carefully

woven life. I confronted her, my heart pounding. Who is he? I asked,

trying to hold back tears. Her eyes widened, then softened with something like regret.

She confessed, and with every word, the fabric of trust shredded. Memories of our laughter,