When my husband, Michael, started acting distant, I turned to my best friend, Anna, for advice. She told me not to worry, but the truth was far more painful—they were having an affair. The betrayal was crushing, but it also gave me the courage to start over. I filed for divorce, took my share of the assets, and began rebuilding my life.
A year later, I met Daniel, a man who showed me what true love and respect looked like. With him, I found the happiness I had been missing. Meanwhile, Michael and Anna’s relationship began to crumble.
One day, I saw them at a gas station. Their car had broken down, and they were clearly struggling. It was a moment of poetic justice, and I couldn’t help but smile. Karma had done its work, and I was grateful for the life I had built without them.
