Seeing my husband with a young blonde at the pool, I was ready to confront him and demand answers. Little did I know, the unfolding drama would not only reveal his betrayal but also lead to a series of events that would shatter our seemingly perfect life. My name is Lisa. I’ve been married to Tom for four years. Tom works in an office, has a good position, and earns a great salary. We have a nice house, two cars, and a dog named Max. On the outside, our life looks perfect. But today, things took a turn. It was my day off, so I decided to make breakfast for Tom. As I was flipping pancakes, Tom walked into the kitchen, already looking stressed.

“Morning, Tom. Breakfast is almost ready,” I said, trying to sound cheerful.“Morning,” he mumbled, barely looking at me. We sat down to eat, and that’s when it started. Something trivial, really. He didn’t like that I’d used the last of the blueberries.“You know I like blueberries, Lisa,” Tom said a bit too harshly.“Well, you could have told me we were out,” I replied, trying to keep my cool. The argument escalated quickly, as they often did lately. Tom finished his breakfast in silence, grabbed his briefcase, and headed for the door. “I’ll see you later,” he said without a hint of affection. “Yeah, later,” I replied, feeling upset and frustrated. After Tom left, I sat at the table, staring at the half-eaten pancakes. I felt a mix of anger and sadness.