I logged onto all my social media accounts and realized every profile picture was of her son. I thought she had become obsessed with him. Emily had just given birth to her first child.
Yes, I still can’t bring myself to call you by your name. You were the woman who tried to steal my husband, James, and the father of my children. Yes, James was foolish to have “fallen” for you, but this isn’t about him—it’s about YOU. You’re the one who lost out. In my eyes (and in the eyes of many others), you’re just a bad memory now. But here’s how I found peace and happiness after the storm.
Bruce and I had been married for 30 years, a union that began when we were both young and full of dreams. Our life together was filled with love, laughter, and mutual respect. But one autumn afternoon, as the leaves painted the ground in hues of orange and gold, a woman named Gianna approached me with tears in her eyes and a confession that threatened to unravel the life we had built.
