My intention was simple and sweet: deliver the lunch my husband, Mark, a psychology professor, had forgotten in his morning rush. I could never have imagined that my spontaneous visit to his university would unveil a shocking betrayal that threatened to unravel our decade-long marriage.
“Mark, you left your lunch again,” I sighed that morning, holding the brown paper bag aloft as he scrambled for his keys.
“Sorry, honey,” he mumbled, barely glancing back as he dashed out the door.
Given that I had the day off, I thought a quick trip to his campus might be a nice surprise, not just to bring him his lunch but to catch a glimpse of him in his element. The university was bustling with life—students milling about, the fall sun illuminating the ivy-draped buildings with a warm glow. It felt like a scene from a college brochure, filled with promise and youthful energy.
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