I stood there, stunned, my heart racing. Why? How could a simple picture cause such a reaction?

When I arrived home, he was already packing my bags. I pleaded for an explanation, but he remained silent, his face a mask of anger and betrayal. Finally, he handed me the phone and pointed to the picture.

“Do you know whose horse that is?” he asked, his voice shaking.

“Of course,” I said, confused. “It’s Daisy.”

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