When I found out about Mark’s infidelity, it was like a slap in the face. We’d been together for thirteen years, and I thought I knew every part of him. But all those business trips and late meetings started to make sense when I saw the messages—a string of romantic texts with someone he’d been seeing behind my back. The hurt was immense, like a wound that couldn’t heal. I cried, I yelled, I went through every emotion imaginable. But I wasn’t going to let his betrayal break me.
So, I set out to heal in my own way. I reconnected with old friends, took a spontaneous trip to a city I’d always wanted to visit, and allowed myself to feel attractive and desired. One night, while out with friends, I met someone who made me feel alive again. I didn’t hide this from Mark. He could see my glow, my newfound confidence. His jealousy was obvious, and it felt strangely satisfying. He knew he wasn’t the center of my world anymore. I wasn’t his possession. His betrayal had hurt deeply, but I had found my strength—and I was never going to let it go.
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