John had been living a double life for months—trying to be a devoted husband while secretly seeing someone else. His wife, Helen, noticed his late nights and mysterious trips but never caught on.
One night, overwhelmed by guilt, John slipped sleeping pills into Helen’s wine to sneak out and meet his mistress. When he returned, he found Helen waiting quietly by the window, surrounded by photos that revealed everything.
“I know, John,” she said softly.
He sat down, crushed by regret. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Helen’s eyes were full of pain. “Sorry isn’t enough,” she said, and walked away.
John realized some wounds just don’t heal.
