After ten years of marriage, I want everything to be split fairly… even now, it still matters. Ten years is not a small thing.

Don’t dramatize.

Something inside me shifted.
Not shattered — shifted.

Because in that moment I understood what I had refused to admit for years.

This wasn’t spontaneous.
It was strategy.

He had changed lately.

Coming home later.
Smiling at his phone.
Dressing sharper.

I said nothing.
I observed.

One night he left his laptop open on the desk. I wasn’t searching for anything… but the bright screen caught my eye.