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  1 During my follow-up appointment after the abortion, Adrian once again made a hasty exit with a flimsy excuse. This had become a regular occurrence, and I had grown accustomed to it. Initially, I felt a pang of rejection, but gradually, I found myself becoming indifferent. I took the prescribed medication after the check-up and returned home alone. As I journeyed back, I couldn't shake off the pervasive feeling of solitude that seemed to envelop me. Upon arriving, I browsed Twitter and noticed someone called Lovely One had mentioned Adrian in a post. It stated, [Despite my minor sore throat

Numb Wife, Cheating Husband, A Marriage Beyond Repair

After Adrian made that vow, he began returning home punctually every day. I was preoccupied with my upcoming training program and didn't pay much heed to anything else.


One weekend, a welcome diversion came in the form of a coworker's invitation to go shopping. I informed Adrian of my plans, and he appeared relieved, saying, "I have to work extra hours this weekend, so I can't come along. Enjoy your time with your colleague."


His response rekindled my suspicions, but I pushed them aside, clinging to the faint hope that perhaps things had indeed changed.


However, it seemed fate had a cruel sense of irony. As I turned a corner in the shopping center, my heart skipped a beat. There, in a vibrant children's eatery, sat Adrian. Jesse was perched on his lap, a bundle of laughter and tomato sauce, while Sophie, the embodiment of domestic bliss, doted on them both.


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