Divorce Was the Only Answer
I left the hotel and went straight home. He returned three days later, calling me endlessly, but I refused to answer. I stayed at my best friend’s place for a couple of weeks while he begged to talk.
Eventually, I went back to our house to serve him with divorce papers. He looked worn down, almost unrecognizable. The moment he saw the folder, he knew. His other wife had already filed for divorce too.
He was left with nothing—no wife, no home, no carefully crafted lies to hide behind. Just alone.
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