Wife Texted: “I Need To Talk To My Ex, Privately. Don’t Worry.” So I Didn’t. An Hour Later She…

Wife Texted: “I Need To Talk To My Ex, Privately. Don’t Worry.” So I Didn’t. An Hour Later She… Jake Morrison is a seasoned mechanic who’s been restoring classic cars for over fifteen years, but his latest project—a 1967 Mustang—is more than just a car; it's a symbol of his crumbling life. Late one night in his cluttered garage, Jake is elbow-deep in the engine, trying to fix something that seems beyond repair, much like his marriage. When his phone buzzes, the text from his wife, Sandra, cuts through the tension: "I need to talk to my ex privately. Don’t worry." The words are a gut punch. Sandra’s distant behavior over the past few months, long nights at her high-powered job, and stories about difficult clients now seem to hide something darker. Jake’s suspicions are confirmed when he receives a photo of Sandra and her ex, Brad Hutchinson, in a cozy coffee shop, their hands almost touching—enough to stir a storm in his gut. As Jake battles with the Mustang’s carburetor, his hands shake—not from the cold, but from the growing realization that he’s been living in the shadow of a lie. The more he thinks about it, the more the pieces fall into place: Brad, the polished ex who seemed too perfect from the beginning, has reentered Sandra’s life in a way Jake never imagined. And with each passing moment, it becomes clear—fixing the Mustang may be the only thing Jake can still control in his fractured world. The garage, the smell of motor oil, the late-night whiskey, and the sound of the Mustang's engine are his only solace as he wrestles with the inevitable question: Can a man fix what’s broken in his life when the one thing he understands—cars—isn’t enough to repair the damage to his heart?