I got married to Henry 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. Get full story here.
