After giving birth, I discovered my husband had a mistress. The betrayal shattered me, especially since it happened when our family should have been joyful. I noticed late-night calls, secretive outings, and changes in his behavior. Confirming his infidelity, I felt “betrayed, but anger was the main emotion fueling me.”

I decided to secure a life for myself and our baby by buying an apartment and moving our money. Consulting a lawyer, I prepared for sole custody. I morphed into everything he admired about her, making his messages to her dry up. “His messages to her started drying up,” and he became more interested in me.

Eventually, he broke it off with her, but my plan continued. For our anniversary, I arranged a romantic dinner, playing the part of a loving wife. At the dinner, I slid divorce papers across the table. His face went “ghost-white” as I said, “I know everything, about her, about the lies. It’s over.”

Walking away, I felt relief mingled with sadness but also hope. It was about reclaiming my life and setting boundaries. “As I stepped into the unknown, with my child by my side,” I knew we would navigate it together. It wasn’t just about revenge but about respecting the love I deserved.