He Woke Me at 5 A.M. to Serve His Parents—That’s When I Knew I Wasn’t His Wife

of the bed, already fully dressed in his gardening clothes—old jeans and a flannel shirt. His eyes were bloodshot, wild, darting around the room like he was searching for something to destroy.

I sat up slowly, clutching the duvet to my chest, my mind racing through possible explanations. Had something happened? Was there an emergency? A fire?

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