Margaret thought her husband Martin was everything she’d ever wanted—kind, attentive, and deeply caring. After a painful breakup, he entered her life like a healing balm, full of warmth and quiet gestures that made her feel seen. His only quirk, a nervous stammer when stressed, only made him more endearing. He’d even opened up about his ex-wife, Janet, painting her as materialistic and demanding—everything Margaret vowed never to be. But that perfect image shattered one quiet Tuesday. Coming home early to surprise Martin with dinner,

Margaret froze in disbelief at the sight in their front yard: Martin and Janet, digging through her cherished garden. Their hushed tones and guilty expressions were unmistakable. When confronted, Martin stammered and Janet finally blurted out the truth—they were digging up a time capsule they had buried a decade ago when they lived in the house together. Supposedly, it was a harmless trip down memory lane. But to Margaret