I didn't wake up one morning and decide to fall out of love. It was slower than that. Quieter. No big affair. No lipstick on the collar. Just a slow erosion of "us" every time he chose her over me. This isn't a love story. It's a resignation letter. And I signed it with a smile.

Seven years of marriage. Seven years of love, laughter, and the family they built together. Then, in the blink of an eye, Ana's world shatters.