My blood ran cold instantly.
At first, I thought it had to be a fake. Maybe someone had stolen his photos. Maybe it was an old, abandoned account. But as I continued reading, I realized it was undeniably him.
The jokes in the biography were his.
The little anecdotes were ours.
Even his writing style sounded exactly like the man lying next to me.
I felt a tightness in my chest.
At that moment, all the insecurities I had been trying to repress for two years suddenly came crashing down on me.
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Was he looking for someone else because I had changed?
Was he tired of taking care of me?
Had my illness slowly destroyed our marriage without me realizing it?
My thoughts were racing so fast I could barely breathe.
But instead of dealing with it, I did something I'm not proud of.
I created an anonymous account and sent him a message.
My hands were shaking as I typed the first sentence.
I was expecting flirting.
I expected lies.
I expected confirmation that my worst fears were finally coming true.
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His response, however, came almost immediately.
And he was… kind.
Not flirtatious.
Not inappropriate.
Just warm, respectful, and strangely distant. Romantic.
Confused, I kept talking to him, waiting for the conversation to cross a line.
But it never happened.
Then, during the conversation, he suddenly sent me a photo.
My heart was pounding as it loaded.
When the image finally appeared on the screen, tears immediately filled my eyes.
It was me.
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