raising a glass and saying, “Told you I could do nothing for three months. My wife totally bought it.” I felt my world collapse. The next morning, I froze our joint account, paid off our mortgage, and moved out with the kids. I left Kyle a single text:
“Treat your vanity and your cruelty — that’s your real illness. Don’t come home.” I filed for divorce.He lied. I survived. And now, I’m free.