My Husband Suddenly Insisted We Go to Church Every Weekend, When I Discovered the Real Reason, I Filed for Divorce!

So when he said it over breakfast, casually, as if suggesting a new grocery store, I laughed.

He didn’t.

“Work has been overwhelming,” he said. “I feel burned out. Church gives me space to breathe. A reset. Community. Something positive for our family.”

There was something off in his tone, but nothing alarming enough to push back hard. He looked tired. Tense. And I didn’t want to be the partner who dismissed something that might help him cope. So I agreed.

But that decision would dismantle everything we had built.

The first Sunday felt strange but harmless. The building was warm, spotless, filled with smiles that lingered a second too long. Brian led us to the same row every week, always precise, always confident. He seemed to know exactly where he wanted to be. I felt like a tourist. Our daughter doodled on a children’s pamphlet while I counted the minutes.

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