The day I lost my baby was the day I lost my husband too. Michael became distant, spending more time “working late” than comforting his grieving wife. When I turned to my best friend Anna for support, she patted my hand and told me not to worry. Turns out, she was the one I should have worried about.
Discovering their affair felt like being punched in the stomach. The two people I trusted most had betrayed me in my darkest moment. But instead of crumbling, I fought back – filing for divorce and taking half of everything Michael owned.
Three years later, fate gave me the perfect moment. Pulling into a gas station, I spotted them struggling with a broken-down car. Anna’s designer shoes were covered in grease while Michael frantically counted change at the pump. Meanwhile, I drove away in my new SUV with Daniel’s hand resting warmly on mine.
Some say revenge is sweet. I say karma’s justice tastes even better when you’re already happy.
