Marcus understood it as infrastructure. As something that would keep functioning regardless of what he did, because I would keep it functioning.
He was wrong about that.
Some betrayals don’t destroy love immediately. They destroy the version of the person you thought you loved — and that destruction takes time, and it’s its own kind of grief, because you’re mourning someone who never quite existed.
The man I thought I was married to wouldn’t have sent that text.
Danielle makes my real life work.
The man I actually married did.
And on the morning I walked back inside with a stranger’s red bra in my hand and a lawyer’s number in my recent calls, I finally understood the difference.
