I got married at twenty-seven and thought my life had finally taken the right direction. My husband and I loved each other deeply. We had plans, dreams, and a small shop that we ran together. But after three years, things began to change. He started coming home late and avoiding conversations. I noticed that he was always on his phone, smiling or typing secretly.
I asked him what was happening, but he would just say he was tired. Deep down, I knew something was wrong. Then one day, he packed his things and left without saying much. He said he needed time to think, but he never came back. Get full story here.
