My husband opened up and said that he had fallen in love with someone else, but he didn’t want to leave me and our child. “I love you both!” he said. He wanted me to meet that woman to have a conversation.
So I said yes. I don’t know why I said yes. Maybe I was too stunned to say anything else.
Maybe deep down, I needed to see the woman who had managed to pull his heart away while he still looked at me like I was his home. The days leading up to the meeting felt unreal. I’d go about my routine—making breakfast for our six-year-old daughter, folding laundry, answering emails—but everything was on autopilot.
I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. We were the couple people admired. Or at least I thought so.
When the day came, he told me we’d meet at a small café, the kind where the coffee is strong and the chairs are all mismatched. I sat at a table near the window, heart pounding, wondering what kind of woman she was. Was she younger?
Prettier? Smarter? Or just… different?
Then she walked in. She had kind eyes. Not the kind I expected—no dramatic lashes or smirks.
Just soft, genuine eyes that looked just as nervous as I felt. She wore a faded blue dress and carried a tote bag that looked hand-stitched. She sat down across from me, and for a second, we just stared at each other.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she said quietly. “I didn’t even know he was married at first.”
That made me flinch. I wanted to be angry.
I should’ve been angry. But something about her made it hard. She looked like someone who cried herself to sleep just as often as I had lately.
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