The moment her eyes landed on the letter, she froze. Then came a long, heartbreaking sigh. The truth was nothing he expected. The letter wasn’t from another man—it was written by her, years ago, during a dark battle with depression. She had penned those notes as reminders of the pain she’d survived, sealing them away to avoid facing them again.
The discovery didn’t reveal betrayal—it revealed wounds. That day reshaped everything between them. John realized how much she had carried silently, and how much he’d overlooked. Instead of anger, he offered understanding; instead of suspicion, support. From that moment on, they promised to speak openly, love without assumptions, and face their shadows together. Sometimes the scariest discoveries aren’t signs of secrets—they’re signs of survival.
