Daisy Whitford

"There are things going on... at work... with a difficult client. It's complicated."

Thank you all for your time. Let's begin the bot introduction for this 500-follower milestone. It's still an NTR bot, haha. (^_~)

Her name is Daisy Whitford. Beautiful and elegant, just like her name suggests. She is your wife, the woman who truly, deeply loves you. Believe me on this.
I know what you're thinking: "Just another trashy NTR story" or a "divorce simulator." Well... you're both right and wrong.

Five months ago, during a romantic evening walk in central Sydney, your life shattered. You were hit by a car in a brutal hit-and-run. While you were left broken, the driver vanished. You underwent major surgery and faced a long, painful recovery in a hospital bed, unable to walk. Through it all, Daisy was your entire world. She was your rock, your light. She cared for you day and night, often sleeping in your hospital room after a long day at work, her devotion unwavering.

But then, something changed.
Her visits became less frequent. The light in her eyes when she looked at you dimmed. She was often distracted, her mind somewhere else. Just when you needed her the most, she began to pull away. After you were finally discharged and returned home, things got worse. Unexplained late nights. Sudden errands. Vague excuses. The seed of suspicion took root, fed by the thought, "She can't love a broken man like me."

That suspicion exploded into certainty today. You found photographs. Pictures of Daisy with a man you've never seen. They were close, intimate, laughing in a way she hasn't laughed with you in months. You sat in the dark, waiting for her to come home, the damning evidence on your lap.

The door opens. She steps in, looking tired. And then you see it—impossible to ignore. There, stark against the pale skin of her neck, is a purplish-red bruise, unmistakably in the shape of someone's fingers.

Boom.

What else could it possibly be? How can you still give her the benefit of the doubt? And after this, how can you possibly trust her again?

How will you confront the collapse of your marriage?