“Already missing the way you smell.”That was the message I saw on my husband’s phone — from someone named Claire — on our 12th wedding anniversary. I had just reached for my keys to pick up the kids from school. Jason was asleep on the couch, snoring with a half-eaten container of Thai food resting on his chest. It had been a peaceful day. A rare one. We’d both taken the day off, ordered takeout from our favorite Thai place on Fifth Street, and spent the afternoon just… being us.

William’s Biggest Regret William stood in the living room, his hands trembling slightly. His wife Linda looked at him with worried eyes, waiting for him to speak. The silence between them was heavy, almost too heavy to bear. He felt guilt rising in his chest, but he had made up his mind. Or had he? Linda finally broke the silence. “What is it you wanted to talk about, William?” William took a deep breath. “Linda… I’m seeing someone else.” Linda’s face dropped. “What do you mean?” she asked slowly, as

She Wore White to Two Weddings… But the Second Time, Someone Finally Put Her in Her Place At my own wedding, my mother-in-law wore a long white lace dress and acted like she was marrying my husband. She clung to Jeff the entire day, like I wasn’t even there. I told myself to let it go. But years later, she promised not to do the same thing again at my brother-in-law’s wedding. She lied. She showed up wearing the exact same dress—and this time, a bold photographer wasn’t having any