Morning routine. Pack lunches. Check homework. Smile at breakfast. Kiss foreheads. Wave at the school gate. Hold it together. Hold it together. Hold it together.

This is what no one tells you about discovering your wife’s affair when you have kids: you don’t get to fall apart. Not really. Not when there are permission slips to sign and soccer practices to drive to and bedtime stories to read.

So you become an actor in your own life. You perfect the “everything’s fine” smile while your chest feels like it’s caving in. You help with math homework while your mind replays images you can’t unsee. You tuck them in and promise tomorrow will be a great day, when you can’t even imagine tomorrow.

At first, you tell yourself you’re doing this for them. Just until you figure out the logistics. Just until you can find the right lawyer, the right apartment, the right words to explain why Daddy won’t live here anymore.

But then something unexpected happens.

In the forced normalcy, you start seeing things. The way she still makes their sandwiches just how they like them — no crusts, extra peanut butter. How she knows exactly which stuffed animal each child needs when they’re scared. The way her face softens when our daughter shows her a drawing, even now, even in the middle of this nightmare.

You catch her crying in the laundry room, holding your son’s tiny soccer jersey. You see her flinch when you sleep on the couch again. You notice she still buys your favorite coffee, even though you can barely look at each other.

And somewhere between school plays and family dinners where you both pretend, between maintaining routines and keeping their world stable, you realize something that startles you: you’re not just grieving what was. You’re grieving what could still be.

Because underneath the betrayal, the anger, the images that haunt you — underneath all of it, you can still see her. The woman you married. The mother of your children. The person who knows that you need to check the locks twice before bed and that you can’t sleep if the closet door is open.

You’re not ready to forgive. Not even close. The wound is too fresh, too deep. But for the first time since you found out, you wonder if leaving is really the answer. If destroying their world — and yes, yours too — is truly the only option.

Maybe you’re weak for considering it. Maybe you’re just another fool who can’t let go. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re strong enough to consider that some things broken can be rebuilt. That some mistakes, however devastating, don’t have to be endings.

You’re not there yet. You may never be. But as you watch her read bedtime stories, using different voices for each character just like always, you think: what if the life you’re pretending to have for their sake is still the life you actually want?

What if this marriage — scarred, damaged, forever changed — is still worth fighting for?

You don’t know. But for the first time since your world exploded, you’re willing to find out.

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