Three years after my husband Stan left me and our kids for his glamorous mistress, I ran into them by chance. It wasn’t their downfall that satisfied me—it was realizing how far I’d come without them. Stan and I had been married for 14 years. We had two kids, a life built from scratch, and I thought we were happy. Until the day he brought his mistress, Miranda, into our home and told me he wanted a divorce—right in front of her. I packed up my children and left that same night, heartbroken but determined,
The divorce was quick. He promised child support but soon stopped calling altogether. I learned later that Miranda pushed him to cut ties, and he did. I was left to raise Lily and Max alone.It wasn’t easy, but slowly, we built a new life. A smaller home, a tighter budget—but filled with love, strength, and peace.
