To confirm, I showed Stephanie a photo of Toby. Her face dropped. “That’s your husband?” she whispered. The shock was mutual. Toby had lied to us both.We planned to confront him together. When he arrived that evening, I had police present. But to my shock,
Stephanie suddenly denied everything. I felt betrayed—again.Then Toby broke down and confessed: he had cheated, stolen the bracelet, and lied. But I didn’t press charges. Instead, I ended it. I told him to leave—and I meant it.We divorced soon after. Letting go wasn’t easy, but staying with a man who shattered my trust was impossible.