پن کیا گیا ٹویٹ
People always say never read your partner's diary.
I used to laugh whenever I heard that advice. After all, if you're married, what secrets could still exist between two people who sleep under the same roof every night?
I found out the hard way.
It happened on a quiet Sunday afternoon while my wife was away visiting her mother. I wasn't looking for anything. I was simply searching for one of our old documents when I noticed a small brown notebook tucked behind some folded clothes in our wardrobe.
I knew exactly what it was.
Her diary.
For almost five minutes, I argued with myself. One voice kept telling me to put it back. The other whispered that if there was nothing to hide, reading a few pages wouldn't hurt.
Curiosity won.
The first page I opened changed everything.
Written neatly across the top were the words:
"I married the wrong man."
My hands froze.
My chest tightened so badly I could barely breathe.
I kept reading, hoping the next sentence would explain everything, but each page only made me feel worse. She wrote about smiling when she didn't feel like smiling. She wrote about pretending everything was okay. She wrote about choices she wished she could undo.
Every sentence felt like someone was slowly pulling the ground from beneath my feet.
Then I reached the final page.
There was only one short paragraph.
At the bottom, she had written a date.
It was tomorrow. 👇
English
