there was a woman named Nicole who after losing everything she loved set out to take her own life deep in the woods. 𝖳𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 was on his way home from his father's farm, getting ready for the storm which was a Category 4 storm tha...
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Benjamin Johnson
Stepping into our shared bathroom, I found Megan going through her nighttime routine.
"Hey, baby. Where have you been?" she asked, glancing at me as I stood beside her.
I hesitated. Should I tell her the truth? Should I lie?
"I went to the coffee shop on the beachfront," I said, pulling out my toothbrush.
Megan narrowed her eyes, pausing mid-motion. "Why there?"
I swallowed hard. There was no point in lying—she would figure it out anyway. After 30 years of marriage, there wasn't much I could hide from her.
"Look, Megan, you can't get mad at me, okay?" My voice was careful, and measured. "But... I did something."
She turned to face me fully, concern flickering across her features. "Ben, why would I be mad? You look upset."
Her kindness only made this harder.
"No... this time, I really did it," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I met with Terry."
Megan's face tensed instantly. "You what!"
I exhaled, trying to steady myself. "I know I shouldn't have, but I had to. He—he needed to talk, and I thought maybe—"
"You thought?" she cut in, her voice sharper now. "Ben, we agreed."
"I know," I rushed to say, running a hand over my face. "But it's not what you think. Just let me explain."
I hesitated before finally admitting, "He still hasn't figured out about Nicole yet." My breath felt heavy. "I haven't told him. You know... about the—"
Megan's eyes locked onto mine, her expression unreadable. Then, without a word, she turned back toward the mirror.
The silence between us was suffocating.
Her fingers gripped the counter, her knuckles turning white. "Ben," she finally said, her voice low and measured. Do you have any idea what you've done?"
I ran a hand down my face. "I know... I wasn't thinking."
Megan let out a slow breath, shaking her head.
"He got my phone number somehow," I continued, rubbing the back of my neck. "And when he called... I couldn't stop myself."
Megan turned back to me, arms crossed, her eyes sharp enough to cut. "Ben, are you serious right now?"
I exhaled, my shoulders sagging. "I just—I thought maybe I could fix things."
She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "Fix things? Ben, this isn't something you can fix. This isn't yours to fix."
