For months, I begged my husband for attention — emotionally, physically, even spiritually. He was never home, always “busy,” and when he was around, it was as if I didn’t exist. No love, no touch, no affection. I cried myself to sleep so many nights I lost count.
Then one day, I saw it, a message from a girl saved as “Cement Supplier” on his phone. My heart dropped.
She wasn’t his first, just the one that broke me completely. In my pain, I did something reckless. I went back to. Click here to explore the complete story—every detail is important!
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