Two months ago, my wife sat down beside me, her face serious, a look I wasn’t used to seeing. She took a deep breath and said, “Don’t be mad.”The way she said it sent a chill down my spine. I love her more than anything, so when she spoke like that, I instantly knew something was wrong.
I braced myself for whatever was coming next, but nothing could have prepared me for what she said.
She looked at me with a mix of guilt and apprehension. “I’ve done something,” she began, her voice wavering slightly. “It’s bad.” At this point, my heart was racing.
What could she possibly have done that was so bad? I could feel the weight of her words hanging in the air, and I had no idea what was coming next. Her eyes met mine, and she opened her laptop, placing it in front of me.
