A Truth Too Heavy

The unspoken truth hung between us, making the air feel unbearable. Whatever explanation John could offer seemed hollow, incapable of patching the cracks already forming in our marriage. Forty years of shared memories now felt fragile, as if they could crumble under the weight of this hidden betrayal.

The ring with mysterious engraving in my hand was proof of something John had kept from me. He tried to speak, but he hesitated. My thoughts swirled like a storm, drowning out his voice. The initials and the date haunted me, each second making them feel heavier. This was a puzzle I couldn’t ignore—a secret demanding to be uncovered.