And as the quiet morning pressed in around me, before the world outside had even woken up, I realized one thing with painful clarity:
What I needed now was something far more vital — a plan.
A plan to heal.
A plan to move forward.
A plan to live without him.
Because sometimes, it’s not the loud arguments or dramatic confrontations that change everything.
It’s the smallest, most ordinary moments — a cake, a note, a morning like any other — that reveal the deepest betrayals.
