My Husband Traded Our Family of Four for His Mistress — Three Years Later, I Met Them Again, and It Was Perfectly Satisfying
Three years after my husband walked away from our family for his glamorous mistress, life handed me a moment that felt like quiet, poetic justice. But what stayed with me most wasn’t watching them fall apart. It was realizing how strong I had become. Strong enough to survive, to heal, and to build a life that no longer depended on either of them. We had been married for fourteen years. Fourteen years of shared dreams, hard work, laughter, and tears. We had two beautiful children and a life I believed