We had a small, beautiful wedding surrounded by the people who truly mattered. Arnold ran the family business his dad had built from scratch—a chain of hardware stores. I stayed home with our daughter Lily, then our son Jack. Arnold was the kind of dad who carried both kids on his shoulders while they squealed with laughter. Every night, he came home with little surprises—chocolates, flowers, scribbled love notes.
Life was golden. Until the shine started to fade.
The man I once adored turned cold. I took a part-time job to help with bills, but instead of appreciation, I got criticisms.
