My wife Hanna was once the epitome of grace, until a tragic car accident left her paralyzed. I tried my best to care for her, but the strain of months without intimacy became unbearable for me.
In a moment of weakness, I sought comfort from Trish, a co-worker, and disappeared for ten days, escaping from my painful reality.
When I returned, Hanna surprised me—she was standing and waiting, revealing that she had set up a test with hidden cameras and annulment papers. This shattered my world, and I lost everything.
Months later, I saw Hanna again, healed and radiant, holding someone else’s hand, a symbol of the life moving forward without me.
At my lowest point, I met Leah, Hanna’s former therapist, who challenged me to stop running from myself and confront my true feelings and mistakes.
Years later, passing by the bakery where it all began, I felt peace. Hanna was no longer there, but I smiled and walked on, ready to face a new chapter.
