After I betrayed him, my husband never reached for me again. For eighteen years, we existed as little more than roommates tied together by a mortgage—two ghosts moving through the same corridors, careful not to let even our shadows brush. It was a life sentence of courteous silence, and I accepted it because I believed I had earned the punishment.
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