That Box Exposed Our Seven-Year Lie
Language: en
I saw the box of condoms in Simon’s bag, and my hands started to tremble. Married for seven years, we’d been sleeping in separate rooms for three. His mother said I was paranoid. His sister rolled her eyes: “My brother works overtime every day; how would he have time to cheat? Are you okay, sister-in-law?” Simon stood by, saying nothing. I didn't make a scene either. That night, I packed my bags. The next day, I slapped the divorce papers onto his office desk. He froze: “Just because of a box of condoms? I told you, a colleague left it in my car.” “Fine,” I nodded. “Then let that colleague…