Shirts. Jeans. His home T-shirts. Even his phone charger and razor.

And then the realization hit me: He was packing to leave. While I was on vacation. Secretly. With no explanations. No conversation.

On the bed — the letter he had just written… And underneath it — the divorce papers.

He had decided to leave me now because he wanted to avoid scandals, tears, conversations, my questions. He simply wanted to disappear from my life while I was swimming in the sea and laughing with my friends.

The shock took my breath away. It was worse than any betrayal.