I Discovered the Truth about My Husband after His Death, Casting Doubt on Our 30-Year Marriage

After her husband Jim’s death, Victoria discovers mysterious messages on his old phone, hinting at hidden secrets. As she delves deeper, her once-solid belief in their 30-year marriage begins to crumble. What shocking truths will Victoria uncover about the man she thought she knew so well?

Victoria sat on the couch, scrolling through Jim’s old phone. It had been six months since his passing, and she found comfort in their old conversations. Each message was a memory of their life together.

Jim was a psychiatrist. They met at a community event, a fundraiser for the local animal shelter. His charm and kindness drew her in, and they struck up a conversation over coffee.

As Victoria scrolled through the messages, nostalgia washed over her. But then, something unusual caught her eye—a number that had been calling Jim for years, always briefly, never leaving a message. Her curiosity piqued, she decided to investigate, hoping to understand this small mystery that connected her to Jim again.

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