This one wasn’t addressed to me. It read: “Can’t wait to see you again tonight.

Breakfast was just an excuse to sneak into the kitchen and leave you this treat.

Don’t worry, she’ll never know.  – S.”

My hands trembled. The first note was a beautiful lie.

The second was the ugly truth.

Suddenly, the kitchen didn’t feel like home anymore.

My world shattered in an instant.

The man I thought I was sacrificing for was living a double life.

And in that quiet, early morning hour, while the rest of the world was still asleep,

I realized the breakfast I planned to make wasn’t needed.

What I needed instead… was a plan to rebuild my life—without him.

Sometimes, the most painful discoveries are hidden in the simplest moments.