By the time he returned home two days later, his clothes were packed into boxes in the garage.
I had already contacted a lawyer.
There were tears.
Arguments.
Apologies.
Promises.
But there was no going back.
Six months later, our divorce was finalized.
I later heard that Emily never returned to him.
Daniel lost the woman he planned to leave me for and the wife he assumed would quietly accept his betrayal.
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As for me, the first months were painful.
But something unexpected happened.
I stopped wondering where Daniel was.
I stopped checking whether he was telling the truth.
I stopped feeling like I had to earn someone’s loyalty.
One evening, almost a year after that hotel trip, I booked a vacation for myself.
Alone.