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The champagne flute slipped from my fingers, shattering against the marble floor of what I thought was our dream home. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our Maplewood Heights mansion, I watched my husband Nathan load suitcases into a cherry-red BMW convertible while Vanessa Sterling, his real estate agent turned mistress, adjusted her lipstick in the passenger mirror. Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed—because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you! Twenty-two years of marriage dissolved in the time it took her to flip her platinum blonde hair and slide into the driver's seat. As they pulled away from the circular driveway, Nathan never looked back. He had no idea that in seventy-two hours, both their worlds would crumble faster than the champagne glass at my feet. The morning had started like any other Tuesday in Riverside County. I was in the kitchen of our six-bedroom colonial, preparing Nathan's usual breakfast of steel-cut oats and fresh berries, when he walked in wearing his favorite navy suit and that cologne I'd bought him for our anniversary. His salt-and-pepper hair was perfectly styled, his smile practiced and distant in the way that had become his default expression over the past six months. Claire, we need to talk, he announced, not bothering to sit down at the breakfast table where we'd shared thousands of meals over the decades. His voice carried that corporate tone he used when closing difficult deals, clinical and detached. I knew immediately that whatever came next would change everything. I set down the wooden spoon I'd been stirring with, my hands already beginning to tremble. The morning light streaming through our bay windows suddenly felt too bright, too cheerful for whatever storm was about to break over our carefully constructed life. I've been thinking about our situation for months now, Nathan continued, straightening his tie with the same precision he'd always brought to his real estate ventures. We've grown apart, Claire. We want different things. I need space to figure out who I am outside of this marriage. The words hit me like a physical blow, even though some part of me had sensed the distance growing between us. The late nights at the office that stretched longer each week. The business trips that seemed to multiply without explanation. The way he'd started keeping his phone face down during dinner, if he made it home for dinner at all. What are you saying exactly, I managed to ask, though my voice sounded foreign to my own ears. I'm saying I want a divorce, he replied, checking his expensive watch as though this conversation was just another appointment on his schedule. I've already spoken to a lawyer. My assistant will send you the contact information for someone who can represent you. The casual cruelty of his delivery was stunning. Twenty-two years reduced to a referral from his assistant. I gripped the edge of the granite countertop to steady myself, feeling the cold stone against my palms. Is there someone else, I whispered, though I already knew the answer from the guilt that flickered across his features before he composed himself. DISCLAIMER: The stories shared on this channel are fictional and created just for entertainment. Any similarity to real events, people, or situations is purely accidental. These stories are not intended to reflect or refer to real-life occurrences, individuals, or organizations.