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Three years ago, my world shattered. I had just lost the baby we’d been trying for, and in the midst of the grief and heartbreak, my husband made a choice I never saw coming. He left me—not because of the miscarriage, but because of something more painful, something I couldn’t quite comprehend at the time. He left me for her.
For Jenna, my best friend from high school.
At first, I couldn’t understand it. Jenna had been there for me when I was pregnant, offering support, laughter, and comfort. I thought we had been close, like sisters. But when I needed my husband the most, when I was broken and grieving, he turned to her. They’d been having an affair behind my back, something I only learned when he packed up his things and left me a note, apologizing for the pain, but telling me he had found someone else—someone who understood him better.
Jenna and I had been friends for years. We had shared secrets, fears, dreams. But in the end, it was me who was left alone, broken, while they started a new life together.
The pain was suffocating. I struggled to get out of bed, to go to work, to do anything. I moved to a new city to start fresh, to leave the memories behind. Every time I thought about what they had done, about how she had been in my life all that time, it felt like my heart was being torn in two.
But time has a way of healing even the deepest wounds, even when it doesn’t feel like it at first. I learned to stand on my own again. I focused on my career, made new friends, and, eventually, started dating again. I even forgave them, not for their betrayal, but for myself. I couldn’t hold onto the anger forever—it was only hurting me.
And then, three years later, I saw them at a gas station.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, just like any other, when I pulled up to the pump. I didn’t recognize the car at first, but as I stepped out, I saw them standing by the convenience store entrance. There they were—my ex-husband, and Jenna, laughing together like they hadn’t a care in the world. They were holding hands. She was leaning into him in that familiar way she always had.
The old anger bubbled up, but it wasn’t the kind of anger I had once felt, the kind that consumed me. No, this was different. This was the kind of anger you feel when you realize how far you’ve come. I didn’t feel sad or betrayed anymore. I didn’t feel any of the things I used to. Instead, a wave of unexpected relief washed over me.
I grinned.
I couldn’t stop smiling, even as they glanced over and saw me standing there. Jenna looked away quickly, embarrassed, but my ex? He froze. The guilt in his eyes was almost too much to bear. But for me, it was a victory. Not because I had beaten them, but because I had moved on. I had grown. I was no longer the woman who had been torn apart by their betrayal. I was someone new.
I paid for my gas, gave them one last look, and walked away, my heart lighter than it had been in years.
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