When my husband Stan left me because I refused to move across the country for his dream job, I was heartbroken. He drained our savings, started a new life — and found someone new. I was left behind with $173 and our rescue dog, Max.
But I rebuilt. I picked up extra work, cared for my aging parents, and eventually moved on. I even fell in love again — with James, my divorce attorney. Eight months ago, we got married.
Last week, Stan showed up at my door, drenched in rain and full of regrets. “You always knew I’d come back,” he said. But when he saw James inside, his face dropped.
“Who’s that?”
“My husband,” I replied with a smile.
Stan paled when he realized James was the same attorney who uncovered his hidden Cayman account. “That money was for my fresh start,” he whispered.
“It was,” I said. “And I used it for mine.”
I shut the door on my past — and turned toward the life I built with love, peace, and no regrets.
