The Secret Scar She Never Saw
Language: en
Ten years into my marriage, I had grown accustomed to solitude. Going to the clinic alone, catching a movie or dinner by myself, and even handling the rear-end accident that afternoon—all solo missions. Staring at the birthday cake on the table, I dialed her number, only to be sent straight to voicemail. Aurora—Rory—Knight sent a curt text: “Working.” I lit the single candle, then blew it out, a hollow ritual just for me. My phone screen flared with a trending post: The Dedicated Co-Pilot: Guessing if it’s a honeymoon phase or a married couple? The top comment read: Definitely new love. If…