Later that evening, I decided to follow him as he left for his “special session.”
He visited a little bar downtown. A spot where individuals may relax and unwind.
They laughed loudly and carelessly, and my heart broke into pieces.
“And she’s still giving you money?” another friend asked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“She even picked up a part-time job to make sure I’m covered.
I gotta say, being married to someone so gullible has its perks.”
As I was about to leave, I noticed the same white SUV outside the pub. When the woman from before saw me, she rolled down her window.
She sighed. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.
My boyfriend is one of his friends. When I heard what they were doing… I couldn’t stay silent. You deserved to know.”
The following morning, I took action.
I called his office and informed them that he was well enough to return to work.
Then I went to the bank and froze our joint accounts.
With the remaining funds, I paid off our mortgage and established a new account in my name.
When I was done, I texted Kyle.
It read, Kyle, treat your vanity and your cruelty — that’s your real illness. Don’t bother coming home.
Then I packed my belongings, changed the front door lock, and brought the boys with me to my parents’ house. I did not want to see Kyle’s face again.
I filed for divorce and am currently waiting for it to be processed so I can get rid of the man who betrayed me in a way that I could’ve never imagined.
