That day is seared in my memory. My husband, the man I loved and had four children with, called me hideous. His words shattered me, but I soon realized his love was gone, and he thought he could get away with anything. So, I played the perfect wife, while secretly gathering proof of his affair with a private investigator.

When the day came, I exposed him in front of our children, handing out evidence of his infidelity. His horror was priceless. But I didn’t stop there—I froze our joint accounts, got him fired, and filed for divorce. With my lawyer’s help, I claimed the house.

As I rebuilt my life, reconnecting with friends and even dating again, Martin tried to apologize, but it was too late. I had moved on, stronger than ever. Betrayal doesn’t break you; it reveals your strength.