The Model Husband's Secret Obsession

In our social circle, Harrison Gilbert was the gold standard—a model husband. Considerate, attentive, never raised his voice. For eight years, I believed I was living in a cocoon of perfect domestic bliss.

Until I found the yearbook.

It was tucked in the back of the wardrobe, a yellowed relic from his college days. Inside, a generic message from my best friend, Vera Fox. But on the pages that followed, Harrison had poured out a secret that stopped my heart.

"Eight years of agony. Waiting. Suffering. For the rest of my life, I only want you."