David’s affair with his assistant destroyed my self-esteem. I had always been confident in our marriage, but when I found the messages, I questioned everything. What had I done wrong? Why wasn’t I enough for him? The late nights at the office, the distant behavior—it all made sense now. I had been so blind.

At first, I fell into a deep depression. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. My mind was consumed with thoughts of him and her. I felt worthless. But then, something shifted inside me. I realized that I wasn’t the one who had failed. He was. And I wasn’t going to let his betrayal define me.

I decided to take action. I started going out more, reconnecting with old friends, and eventually, I met someone new. He was kind, attentive, and everything David hadn’t been in years. It wasn’t about love—it was about reminding myself that I was still desirable, still worthy of attention.

When David found out, he was furious. But I didn’t care. He had thrown away our marriage, and I wasn’t going to sit back and let him walk all over me. I deserved better, and now I was reclaiming my worth, piece by piece.