The Forgotten Message

I opened his laptop to find the message that changed everything—a simple notification ping from "Mia."

My heart sank as I clicked on it, revealing a string of intimate conversations stretching back

six months. The text was explicit; he loved her. I couldn't breathe, the room spinning

as if my world had just imploded. How could Daniel, the man who kissed me goodbye every

morning, have been living this double life? My hands shook, adrenaline surging

as I struggled to make sense of it. He and I had been together for years, our lives intricately

woven. Yet here was Mia, a name I'd never heard, now irrevocably

entwined in my story. Just last night we laughed over dinner; today, every shared memory