On a quiet Saturday morning, I was going about my day off when a woman in a wedding dress appeared on my husband’s car, screaming about their wedding. Shocked, I learned she was his fiancée—someone he’d been seeing while telling me he was always on business trips.
As the woman shared messages from my husband, my trust shattered. He’d been lying to both of us. After hearing her story, I felt for her, but my focus shifted back to the betrayal. I asked her to leave, and once she did, I called Jordan up from the basement.
I drove him to a lawyer’s office and confronted him about the affair. He said nothing and walked away, leaving me with a sense of relief. He was gone, but I was still here—and that was enough.