The miscarriage broke me. Michael’s affair with my best friend Anna nearly destroyed me. But what came next? That made me.
I’ll never forget finding those hotel receipts in Anna’s purse when she “comforted” me. The divorce was messy, but I emerged with my dignity – and half of Michael’s business.
Three years passed. Daniel proposed. We bought a house. I’d almost forgotten about my past until that rainy Tuesday at the gas station.
There they were – Michael pumping cheap gas into a car with a “for sale” sign, Anna yelling at him about money. Their designer clothes had been replaced with discount store finds. When our eyes met, I simply smiled and waved. No words needed.
The life they built on lies was falling apart. The life I built on truth was just beginning.
