Three Years of Silent Betrayal

This man spent thirty-seven years with his wife. Every morning, the same routine. Coffee at six.

News at six-thirty. A kiss goodbye before work. She was his everything. Or so he thought.

One Tuesday morning, she was cleaning the attic. Behind the boxes. Behind the memories.

She found something. A photo. With him. But she wasn't in it.

A woman she'd never seen before. Young. Beautiful. His arm around her

shoulders. The photo was dated: 2015. Just three years ago.

She checked the back of the frame. There was a message. Written in someone else's handwriting:

To my loving husband. Forever yours. Minus M. Not his handwriting. Not his words.