When I returned home, Chad surprised me with a candlelight dinner and soft music playing in the background.
“Would you dance with me, Mrs. Thompson?” he asked, his eyes filled with warmth.
“Yes,” I whispered, tears of relief in my eyes.
That night, I knew Chad had changed. He was attentive, supportive, and loving again. He reminded me every day that I was perfect the way I was.
Chad became a different man after that day. He helped with the twins, took me out on weekends, and showered me with love and appreciation.
I still go to the gym, but now, I do it for myself — not for anyone else.
