While packing my hospital bag, I discovered my CEO husband’s hidden diary—filled with private photos and handwritten notes about the woman he never stopped loving. That night, I quietly headed for the airport. By sunrise, he was completely unraveling. – Welcome

love you. Please stay out of adult business.**

Sophie cried when she read it.

“I was there,” she said. “How is it not my business?”

Three weeks after the hospital visit, Mom appeared at my apartment.

She looked older.

Not dramatically.

Just exhausted in a way I had never seen before.

She carried a grocery bag.

Inside were two old phones.

A flash drive.

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