She doted on him, played the dutiful wife. But when he passed, the will revealed the truth: every cent, every property, every share had been left to me and our daughter.
She lost her mind.
And just like that, the illusion of the perfect first love shattered. She had been a dream of the past—untouched, untested. But the reality had been messy, disappointing, and ultimately destructive.
As for me, I was still standing. Still breathing. Living lighter. Living better.
I never thought midlife would begin like this. But maybe, it was a blessing.
