For the next few days, he pretended everything was normal, playing the part of the blind husband, oblivious to the treachery happening under his nose. But inside, he was planning his next move. A week later, Natalie came downstairs, her steps light, expecting another quiet morning with John.
But what awaited her wasn’t the usual peaceful routine. On the kitchen table, a thick stack of papers sat conspicuously, a stark contrast to the neatly set coffee cups and plates. Her heart stuttered as she recognized the unmistakable legal format: divorce papers.