My name is Lilian, and I never imagined that the life I had painstakingly built with my husband David could collapse in a single conversation. We had been married for eight years, blessed with two children, and living in a comfortable home in Nairobi. On the outside, everything appeared perfect. Friends envied our marriage, and neighbors admired how we seemed to balance family, work, and life with ease. I trusted David completely, never imagining the storm that was quietly brewing beneath the surface.
It started one quiet evening. I was preparing dinner while David sat in the living room scrolling through his phone. He had seemed distant over the past few months, but I dismissed it as stress from work. Suddenly, he looked up and said something that froze me in my tracks:…CONTINUE READING
