“The Apartment Below: The Night I Chose Myself Over Four Years of Lies”

Not crying.

Just stating a fact that had already shattered everything.

“Four years… under my feet.”

He lowered his head.

“I was going to end it,” he whispered.

“When?”

Silence.

“After five years?” I asked. “Ten?”

“No—it wasn’t like that—”

“Then what was it like?” I cut in, my voice sharper now. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks very simple. You had a wife upstairs… and another life downstairs.”