I stood there, staring at my wife as she sat across from me, unmoving and unblinking. Was she even breathing? I couldn't tell. Worry gnawed at me, making me bite my lip in nervous anticipation.
I had finally told her the truth, the secret I had been hiding for so long. She hadn't taken it well, to say the least. Azar's words had pushed me to reveal the truth, but now I was filled with doubt. Had I made the right choice in telling her? Would she ever forgive me?
She had always been perceptive, and I knew she would have figured it out eventually. But the timing felt wrong, and I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that weighed heavily on my chest. I had kept this secret for so long, thinking I was protecting her, but now I realized the damage it had caused.
