Our marriage seemed perfect—until it wasn’t. When Trent’s behavior changed after his promotion, I braced myself for the classic “affair with the boss” scenario. The reality was something I never saw coming.
Discovering my husband with another man shattered me. But Trent’s tearful confession in that parking lot—about living in fear, about meeting someone who helped him understand himself—changed my perspective. The man I loved hadn’t betrayed me out of malice, but out of decades of self-denial.
While our romantic relationship couldn’t survive this truth, something unexpected emerged: compassion. We’re learning to co-parent our daughter Nora with honesty, and Trent is finally learning to live authentically. Some endings are really beginnings in disguise.
