They say living well is the best revenge, and three years after my husband left me for his mistress, I finally understood what that meant. When Stan brought Miranda into our home that terrible night, I thought my world had ended. Her condescending remarks about my appearance and Stan’s cold dismissal of our fourteen-year marriage left me shattered.
But in the years that followed, I discovered a strength I never knew I had. As Stan faded from our children’s lives, I worked to create a warm, loving home for Lily and Max. The modest house we shared became filled with laughter and love, proof that we didn’t need Stan to be happy.
Then came the day I saw them again – Stan looking worn and defeated, Miranda’s designer facade showing cracks. Their heated argument about money problems was still raging when Stan noticed me. His desperate plea to see the kids was almost pitiful, especially when Miranda abandoned him right there at the table.
Driving home that day, I realized I’d already won. Not because of their downfall, but because I’d built something beautiful from the ashes of our broken marriage. That was sweeter than any revenge.
