Midway through the meal, I mentioned Mike’s D.C. trip. Sarah’s husband chimed in, “What a coincidence! She’s heading to Miami that same week!” Silence. The truth hit the table harder than any dish I’d served. I stood, wiped my hands, and left. No yelling. No drama. Just clarity. While Mike was in Miami, I filed for divorce. He lost his job soon after.
Word got out. Stress and shame did the rest. As for me? I moved into a sunlit apartment, took up photography, started baking bread, and began running again. I invested what was left in myself. Because sometimes the best revenge is rebuilding your life into something they never imagined you could.