Her Last Gift Was Love: A Farewell Filled with Grace

After I confessed my betrayal, I braced myself for cold silence, slammed doors, and the slow collapse of our 15-year marriage. She cried that night, but the next morning, something unexpected began. She greeted me with my favorite breakfast, her smile warm, though her eyes carried an unreadable depth. I didn’t know whether to feel…
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