It started subtly—“Trevor asking if I really needed the ‘good’ laundry detergent.” I thought it was just stress after his company cut bonuses. We weren’t rich, but “we were happy. Or so I thought.”
Then came the suggestion I walk to work “to save gas.” Strange, but I went along with it. Soon, Trevor grew distant. One night, his phone kept buzzing. A message lit up: *“You better keep your promise. I need that transfer by Friday, or your wife finds out EVERYTHING.”* It was from “C.”
Curiosity got the better of me. I checked his phone—and my world shattered. The messages were from Caroline, his ex-wife. She was blackmailing him. But that wasn’t the worst of it.
Trevor had a vasectomy before we met—and never told me. *“Every conversation about starting a family had been based on a lie.”*
My heartbreak wasn’t just from betrayal—it was the realization that everything I believed in was false.
