My Broken Marriage
After three years of marriage, I believed I had the perfect family. My wife, Sarah, was gentle and caring, and our son was bright and adorable. On a rare day when I finished work early, I arrived home to find Sarah asleep, slumped tiredly by the crib. My heart went out to her, and I decided to carry her to our bedroom.
As I approached, Sarah's phone screen suddenly lit up. A message appeared: “Sarah, is our son asleep?"
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