When My Wife's Heart Belonged to Another
Language: en
On Valentine's Day, I took the afternoon off and spent hours in the kitchen. I prepared a lavish spread of Scarlett's favorite dishes. While I was waiting for her to get off work, a thick envelope arrived in the mail. Tearing it open, I found a stack of letters my deeply beloved wife had mailed abroad over the past few years. They had been returned to sender due to an invalid address. Every single one was a love letter addressed to her high school sweetheart. The words were drenched in devotion, overflowing with endless, suffocating longing. My heart, which had been warm and full of…