Through an acquaintance at the hospital, I had learned that my so-called best friend was battling a serious, contagious condition. She had kept it hidden from most people, yet she continued to chase reckless relationships. And my husband, blind and foolish, had stepped right into her embrace.
“I’ll ask you one last time,” I whispered. “Did you know?”
The Consequences
Weeks later, reality hit. Her health worsened, and doctors confirmed what I already knew. By then, I had already separated from him, knowing our marriage could not survive such betrayal.
But when he was finally confronted with the truth — when the same diagnosis reached him — he collapsed. Tears streamed down his face as he begged, “Forgive me… please don’t abandon me.”
But I had no pity left to give.
“You don’t owe me your remorse,” I told him coldly. “The one you should be apologizing to is our daughter.”
Then I walked away.
Life After Betrayal
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