The next day, I hired a weekly cleaning service and took over the grocery shopping. I threw the “evidence”—the SD card—into the fireplace. It burned along with my ego.
Elena smiled for real a week later. It wasn’t grand gestures that fixed us; it was noticing. I realized that a marriage isn’t 50/50 when one person is carrying the entire world in silence.
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