The moment I found out about my husband’s infidelity, everything inside me seemed to collapse. It wasn’t just the betrayal—it was the destruction of the life I thought we had. I didn’t have time to feel the full weight of the heartbreak; I had to act quickly. My children needed me to be strong, and I couldn’t afford to fall apart just yet. With my mind racing, I went into survival mode. I grabbed a bag, threw in clothes, diapers, and whatever else I could think of. I needed to get us out of there, away from the lies and the hurt. As I packed, I realized this wasn’t just a temporary fix—this was the beginning of a new life, one where I would no longer allow betrayal to define me.
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