Sarah grabbed the kids and stormed out, her face a mix of fury and ultimate heartbreak.
Mark didn’t even try to stop her.
“You disgust me,” I said before walking out and leaving him to deal with the aftermath.
The divorce was brutal for Mark.
With the help of my lawyer, I made sure I got half of everything, including the beach house he’d been secretly planning to “surprise” Sarah with.
His double life unraveled completely. Sarah dumped him, and his reputation at work took a nosedive once word got out. Emma even quit, unable to work for someone she no longer respected.
As for me?
I walked away with my dignity, my freedom, and a fresh start.
Mark thought he could juggle two lives without consequences.
He thought that I’d never find out. But honestly, how could I have been so stupid?
Mark always worked longer hours than most people I knew. His boss was often sending him on business trips.
Or so he said.
So, every time my husband had walked out the door for “work” on weekends or over the holidays, he was really just seeing his other family.
The thought made me sick. For years, I had been sitting and waiting in the wings. I had been waiting for Mark to tell me he was ready to start having children.
And all for what?
Absolutely nothing.
I now live in a studio apartment, with a new black cat, like my namesake.
And I’m trying to figure out how to reclaim my life, once and for all.
I thought about getting revenge. But what good would that do? If anything, I feel sorry for Mark and Sarah’s children.
I still remember their smiles when they saw Mark. They had no business being sucked into this mess.
But that’s on Mark. And Sarah.
Source: amomama
