During those tumultuous days, our marriage felt like a fragile glass on the edge of a table, threatening to shatter with the slightest nudge. I was running a successful company, handling pressure from all corners, yet within the walls of my own home, I felt like an imposter, living a life where my accomplishments were invisible to the one person who should have been my biggest supporter.
It was during this period of growing tension that I fell seriously ill. What started as a seemingly innocuous flu turned into a severe respiratory infection. I was hospitalized for weeks, and in that sterile, white environment, I had plenty of time to reflect. My body was weak, but my mind was a battleground of thoughts and realizations. I began to see our marriage for what it truly was—a facade, a convenience for Brandon but a burden for me.
