“Where am I supposed to go?”
“I don’t know, to your new wife?”
“Lisa, we’ve been married 19 years.”
“Then you had 19 years to learn how to tell me the truth.”
Mark moved into a rented apartment that week.
Claire wanted nothing to do with him at that point.
I contacted a divorce attorney and gathered our financial records.
I preserved Claire’s messages, the ceremony video, and the jewelry store receipt because I feared Mark might deny everything.
My attorney explained that infidelity wouldn’t automatically determine our property settlement.
I wasn’t expecting the court to punish him for breaking my heart.
I wanted a divorce.
At first, Mark called constantly.
He apologized, blamed loneliness, promised counseling, and insisted he still loved me.
Then his tone changed.
He said perhaps separating was best because he and Claire had something special.
That was when I realized he still expected a happy ending.
