đ˛ My husband started going out every night after our beautiful new neighbor arrived. I suspected an affair until the night I followed him to the rooftop. What I discovered sent chills down my spine.
After twenty-seven years of marriage, I knew my husband, Greg, well enough to notice when something was wrong.
Three weeks after Gloria, our new neighbor, moved in, his behavior began to change. She was about thirty-five years old and very beautiful. From the moment she arrived, Greg seemed unusually attentive to her.
One day, I caught them talking quietly near the elevator. As soon as Gloria noticed me, she walked away. Greg explained that he had been helping her resolve a problem in the building.
A few days later, I saw Gloria slip a folded piece of paper into his hand. Then, one evening, I noticed a message on Gregâs phone: “She doesnât know anything, does she?”
From that moment on, my suspicions grew stronger and stronger.
Every night, Greg waited until I fell asleep before quietly getting up and leaving our apartment with his phone. He would disappear for several hours, then return before six in the morning as if nothing had happened.
One day, I waited a few seconds before secretly following him. When I reached the rooftop, the door was slightly ajar.
I saw the person Greg had been secretly meeting, but it wasnât Gloria. What I discovered left me speechless.
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I eventually discovered that he was preparing a garden in memory of our daughter, Liv, who had died six years earlier, together with Ben, his former son-in-law.
This discovery brought back my grief and my fear of losing yet another part of my daughter.
I understood that Greg wanted to keep her memory alive, while I had refused to consider any memorial project because I was afraid it would make the pain even worse.
I also realized that my grief had driven Ben away, even though he had continued living his life despite his own sorrow.
So I decided to transform the garden into a living place, without a plaque or a monument.
Together, we planted Livâs seeds.
In the end, I learned that love is not about freezing the past in time, but about accepting change and continuing to live.
