For weeks, my wife disappeared every evening after dinner, saying she needed to walk alone.
Worried, I followed her one night, fearing she was hiding something. She led me to a small, run-down cottage where I expected heartbreak. Instead, I met Evelyn, a lonely widow my wife had been quietly helping with groceries and care. Teresa wasn’t betraying me—she was carrying someone else’s pain without seeking credit. That night changed everything. Evelyn became part of our family, and I learned that love often hides in silent sacrifices and that trust means asking, not assuming.
