Three years after my husband Stan left me and our two kids for his glamorous mistress, I ran into them again. But the most satisfying part wasn’t their downfall it was seeing how far I’d come without them.For fourteen years, Stan and I built a life together two beautiful kids, a shared home, and what I thought was a solid marriage. Then one evening, he walked in with Miranda, a woman dripping with smugness, and told me he wanted a divorce.
Worse, he said she was staying over that night.Shocked and humiliated, I packed up our children and left.The next few years were grueling. Stan slowly disappeared from our lives first emotionally, then financially. I had to rebuild everything from scratch, for the sake of Lily and Max. But over time, I found my footing. We created a new life filled with laughter and love one that didn’t include him.