Days later, the footage came in. Luke, unlocking the door. A blonde woman by his side. “Welcome back to paradise, babe,” he said.I didn’t cry. I planned.When he mentioned another trip, I suggested a romantic weekend at the lake house instead. He hesitated, but I had already “confirmed” with his coworker that he was free. Checkmate.At the lake,
after lunch, I told him I had a surprise. I played the footage on the TV. His face went pale.”You spied on me?!” he yelled. Gaslighting.I handed him divorce papers. “You have until Monday to sign. Or the footage goes to your boss. And her husband.”He left that day.That night, wrapped in my grandmother’s quilt, I watched the sun