Fifteen years of marriage. Three wonderful children. A home filled with laughter, morning rushes, and bedtime stories. I truly believed Daniel and I had built something real — something that could survive anything. We were high school sweethearts, the kind of couple everyone called solid. He was charming, ambitious, and always the center of attention. I was the steady one — the one who kept things grounded. For years, I thought we were unbreakable.
I was wrong.