My husband left me for my best friend after my miscarriagethree years later, I spotted them at a petrol station and couldnt stop smiling.
When my husband started pulling away, I turned to my closest friend for comfort. She told me I was overreacting. Turns out, I wasnt. Three years later, fate let me see the consequences of their betrayal.
I always thought infidelity happened to other peoplesomething you read about in dramatic online stories or heard whispered over dinner. Not us. Never us.
For five years, Michael and I built a life together. It wasnt lavish, but it was oursfilm nights on the sofa, lazy Sunday mornings with coffee, inside jokes only we understood.
And through it all, there was Emmamy best friend from school, my sister in all but blood. She was there for every milestone, even standing beside me at my wedding as my maid of honour, squeezing my hands and crying happy tears.
When I got pregnant, I thought it was just the next chapter of our perfect life.
Then Michael changed.
At first, it was small thingsworking late, his smile never quite reaching his eyes. Then it got worse. He barely looked at me. Our conversations shrank to one-word answers. He slept turned away, as if I werent even there.
I didnt understand. Exhausted and heavily pregnant, I desperately tried to fix whatever had broken between us. So I turned to Emma.
I dont know whats happening, I sobbed into the phone, curled up in the dark while Michael slept soundly beside me. Its like hes already gone.
Sophie, youre overthinking this, she said gently. He loves you. Its just stress.
I wanted to believe her.
But the constant tensionsleepless nights, the anxiety, the loneliness despite having a husbandwore me down.
Then one morning, I woke with a dull ache in my stomach. By evening, I was in the hospital, staring at the doctors moving lips but hearing nothing.
No heartbeat.
No baby.
They say grief comes in waves. Mine was an avalanche.
The miscarriage shattered me. But Michael? He was already gone. He sat beside me in the hospital, cold and silentno hand to hold, no words of comfort. Just a man waiting for a bus, not mourning the loss of his child.
A month later, he finally said the words I think hed rehearsed for weeks.
Im not happy anymore, Sophie.
That was it. No explanation, no emotion. Just a hollow excuse.
The day he left, there was no shouting, no tears. Just icy silence.
Im not happy anymore, Sophie.
I blinked, sitting across from him at the kitchen table, his words crushing my chest like a stone.
What? My voice shook.
He sighed, rubbing his temples as if I were the problem.
I just dont feel anything anymore. Its been a long time.
A long time.
I swallowed hard.
Since I lost the baby?
His jaw tightened.
This isnt about that.
The lie was almost laughable.
I searched his face for any trace of remorse, guiltanything. But he just sat there, eyes downcast.
Thats it? Five years, and you just walk away? My hands clenched under the table.
He sighed again, this time annoyed.
I dont want to argue, Sophie.
I let out a sharp, nervous laughthe kind that escapes when youre on the edge.
Oh, you dont want to argue? Funny, because I didnt get a choice in any of this.
He stood, grabbed his keys.
Im staying at a mates.
Before I could reply, the door slammed.
Emma, my best friend, followed soon after. Shed been my rock, my lifeline. Then she just vanishedignored calls, blocked messages, and eventually me.
I didnt understand until I did.
Mum found out first. One evening, she called, her voice tense.
Sophie, love look at this.
She sent me a link to Emmas Instagram.
And there they were.
Michael and Emma. Hugging on a beach, laughing, looking like theyd been in love for years.
I scrolled further, hands shaking. Photo after photo, week after weekfancy restaurants, ski resorts, cosy nights by the fire. Posted freely, openly, while I was still his wife.
The betrayal burned like acid. But if they thought Id break, they were wrong.
I took my pain and turned it into power. Michael had been careless, too wrapped up in his new life to cover his tracks. In court, his infidelity became my leverage. I walked away with the house, half his savings, and the satisfaction of knowing he had to start over.
He took my trust. I took what I was owed.
Starting over wasnt easy. But life rewards resilience.
A year later, I met Daniel.
He was everything Michael wasntkind, attentive, never dismissing my feelings. We built a real life, not one crafted for social media. Soon, we welcomed our daughtermy little twin with his smile.
Then fate gave me the perfect ending.
One evening, I stopped at a petrol station. And there they were.
Michael and Emma.
But no designer clothes, no happy photos now. Just a rusted car, an argument at the till, a crying child, and an empty bank card.
We cant even afford petrol? Emma hissed.
You knew money was tight, Michael snapped.
Emma laughed bitterly.
I think Sophie won this one.
I started the car and drove hometo my real happiness.
