My husband and I spent 36 years building a life together.
Then, out of nowhere, he asked for a divorce. I thought that was the end of our story—until a single notification turned everything.
36 years.
That’s how long Troy and I had been married. More than three decades of love, laughter, and struggles. We had built a family, raised three wonderful children, and were now grandparents to five beautiful little ones.
Through sickness and health, through every twist and turn life had thrown at us, we always faced it together. Or so I thought.
On the night of our 36th wedding anniversary, I believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.
The restaurant was packed with our closest friends and family, the air filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Troy and I danced in the center of the room, just like we had on our wedding night, swaying to our favorite song. Our children cheered, their phones up, capturing the moment.
“You still move like you’re 25,” Troy whispered in my ear, his hand resting gently on my waist.
I giggled, pressing my cheek against his. “And you still know how to make me feel like the only woman in the world.”
For this special occasion, I gifted him a brand-new smartwatch, one with a heart rate monitor. His doctor had warned him about his heart, and I wanted to make sure he was keeping track of his health.
He smiled, kissed my forehead, and thanked me. In return, he fastened a delicate gold necklace around my neck, letting his fingers linger for just a second.
Everything felt perfect.
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