When my husband, Michael, started pulling away, I turned to my best friend, Anna, for comfort. She assured me everything was fine, but the truth was far more painful—they were having an affair behind my back. The betrayal cut deep, but I knew I had to move forward. I filed for divorce, took my share of the assets, and began rebuilding my life.
A year later, I met Daniel, a kind and caring man who showed me what true respect and love looked like. With him, I found the happiness I had been missing. Meanwhile, Michael and Anna’s relationship began to unravel.
One day, I ran into them at a gas station. Their car had broken down, and they were clearly struggling—both financially and emotionally. Seeing their once-perfect life in shambles, I couldn’t help but smile. Karma had done its work, and I realized I was far better off without them.
