She sighed. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.
My boyfriend is one of his friends. When I heard what they were doing… I couldn’t stay silent. You deserved to know.”
The following morning, I took action.
I called his office and informed them that he was well enough to return to work.
Then I went to the bank and froze our joint accounts.
With the remaining funds, I paid off our mortgage and established a new account in my name.
When I was done, I texted Kyle.
It read, Kyle, treat your vanity and your cruelty — that’s your real illness. Don’t bother coming home.
Then I packed my belongings, changed the front door lock, and brought the boys with me to my parents’ house. I did not want to see Kyle’s face again.
I filed for divorce and am currently waiting for it to be processed so I can get rid of the man who betrayed me in a way that I could’ve never imagined.
