Jack,
I’m returning the statue I made while believing you loved me.
Finding out you’ve been married for ten years destroyed me.
You owe me $10,000… or your wife sees every message.
—Sally
My world cracked open. I dropped the kids at school, cried in a parking lot, and called a divorce lawyer. That night, I found emails on Jack’s laptop—proof of an affair with the sculptor, Sally. He begged her to stay quiet, told her he still loved her. I contacted Sally. She said Jack told her he was divorced. They’d been together nearly a year. She agreed to testify.
In court, the truth came out. I got the house, full custody, and Sally got her $10,000. Jack didn’t look at me once. Outside, he tried to explain. “You never meant for me to find out,” I said, and walked away—leaving him with his lies, his statue, and nothing else.
