“No, we can’t,” I said firmly.
“Mistakes aren’t planned spa bookings so you can have alone time with your lover.”
I filed for divorce with evidence of his deceit. He’d secretly taken medications to avoid getting me pregnant. It hurt a lot that he made me feel like I was the problem with us failing to get pregnant.
But all along the infertility had nothing to do with me.
He hadn’t only lied about his cheating, but also about wanting us to have a child. It broke my heart further because it was something he knew I was passionate about.
The mistress’ husband also got a hold of me and shared all the footage he had to make my case solid.
Now, living in my own apartment, the silence once haunted by betrayal now hums with promise. Jason’s attempts at reconciliation were denied.
“Jason, this is the consequence of your choices,” I told him over the phone, a finality in my voice.
As for his lover, the fallout of her affair was a spectacle she had to face head-on.
In the end, I didn’t only expose their deceit with a confrontation but with strategic silence and moves. My actions unmasked their true selves, allowing me to reclaim my life.
