CHAPTER 2 – The Night of Truth
Evelyn woke up the next morning with a heavy heart. Sleep did not help her pain. She moved slower than usual. Her chest felt tight. Her mind kept asking, “Why is he pushing me away? What did I do wrong?” She looked at Gregory, but Gregory did not meet her eyes. He grabbed his phone and left for work without one soft word. Evelyn stood by the door and whispered to herself, “I feel like a stranger in my own home.”
The whole day felt long. Evelyn tried to do normal things, but every small sound reminded her of him. She kept thinking about the perfume smell. She kept thinking about the name Ariana Blake. She told herself, “Maybe I am overthinking. Maybe it is nothing.” But deep inside, she knew the truth was not going to be soft. The truth was going to hurt her.
That night, she waited for Gregory again. She sat on the sofa with her hands folded. Hours passed. Her tea turned cold. Her eyes grew tired. But she stayed awake. When the clock showed late night, the door finally opened. Gregory walked in. He did not look surprised to see her awake.
Evelyn stood up slowly. Her voice was soft and shaking. “Greg,” she said, “can we talk?”
Gregory looked annoyed. “Not now, Evelyn. I am tired.”
Evelyn moved closer. Her eyes were full of pain. “I am your wife,” she said. “Why can’t you talk to me? Please tell me what is going on.”
Gregory looked away. He said nothing at first. His silence scared her more than any words. Evelyn felt her heart breaking piece by piece. She whispered, “Just tell me the truth. I can handle it.”
For a moment, Gregory closed his eyes. Then he said something that felt like a knife to her soul. He said, “I am in love with someone else.”
Evelyn froze. Her breath stopped. She could not move. She only heard those words echo again and again. She whispered, “Someone else? Who?”
Gregory took a deep breath and said, “Ariana. Ariana Blake. I want a new life with her.”
Evelyn felt her legs weaken. She held the table to stand. Her voice was tiny. “She is so young, Greg. She is half my age.” Gregory shrugged. “She makes me feel young too.”
Evelyn felt tears in her eyes, but she did not cry loud. She only said, “What about us? What about our years?”
Gregory spoke coldly. “We grew apart. You became… quiet. I want something new.”
Evelyn looked into his eyes. She said in a breaking voice, “I was quiet because I loved you. I trusted you.” Gregory did not answer.
Evelyn felt something inside her break forever. It was not anger. It was not hate. It was the quiet pain of a woman who gave everything and received nothing in return. She stepped back and whispered, “So this is the truth. This is what you have chosen.”
Gregory said softly, “I am sorry… but yes.”
Evelyn walked to their bedroom. Her hands were shaking. She opened the closet and took her clothes out quietly. She packed slowly, one piece at a time. Every touch felt like saying goodbye to a life she built. She looked at their old photos. She touched them gently. She whispered, “I was never enough for you, was I?”
Gregory watched from the doorway. He did not stop her. He did not reach out. He only said, “Maybe this is for the best.”
Evelyn turned toward him with tears in her eyes. “For the best?” she said. “For you maybe. Not for me.”
She lifted her small bag and walked to the door. She paused for one last moment. Her voice broke as she said, “I loved you with all I had, Greg. I hope life teaches you something you did not learn with me.”
She walked out of the house. The door closed behind her. She did not look back. She could not. Her heart was too broken to turn around.
She whispered to herself as she stepped into the dark night, “I don’t know where to go. I just know I cannot stay.”
Her life had changed in one single night.
But she did not know that this painful walk was the beginning of her strength.
And in the next chapter, a new world would open for her.
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