I never thought eggs would be the thing that pushed me over the edge, but here we are. Egg prices have been ridiculous lately. If you’ve been to the grocery store recently, you know eggs are practically a luxury item. But in our house? They aren’t just some random breakfast food. We have two growing toddlers, and eggs are a major part of their diet. So when my husband, Jordan, casually mentioned we should cut back on groceries and skip the eggs, I was furious. But I let it slide.

I trusted my husband. I never questioned his long hours at the hospital. I never doubted his words. Until one night, a single slip shattered everything I thought I knew about him. I always loved the way he spoke. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about medicine, how his voice carried a quiet authority—steady, reassuring. It was the voice of a man who had dedicated his life to healing others. Dr. Nathan Carter. My husband of eight years. The man who had saved so many lives. And,

Ben sat in his luxurious office, his leather chair tilting slightly as he leaned back, staring at the screen in front of him. His hands hovered over his keyboard, unable to move as he took in the numbers. His company’s revenue had grown by tens of millions. He had done it. He had finally made it. A slow smile spread across his face. Years of hard work, of sleepless nights, of sacrifices—everything was finally paying off. His heart pounded with excitement as he reached for his phone to call his