He played me for a fool, weaving his lies so effortlessly that, for a while, I believed them. I trusted him, loved him, and stood by his side, never once doubting his loyalty. But all the while, he was sneaking around, sharing his secrets, his touch, his time with someone else. When I discovered the truth, it felt like my world had collapsed. The betrayal burned through me, but as the pain settled, it left something else in its place—resolve.

He never expected I’d fight back. He thought I would cry, beg, and stay. But he underestimated me.

I didn’t scream. I didn’t confront him right away. Instead, I became the perfect wife, the devoted partner—just like he had pretended to be for me. I let him believe he had gotten away with it while I carefully crafted my own revenge. I let someone else into my world, someone who reminded me that I was still desirable, still worth more than a cheating husband’s leftovers.

And then, I let him find out.

The moment his smug confidence cracked, the moment realization dawned in his eyes, I knew he finally understood. “How could you?” he choked out, his voice raw with hurt.

I tilted my head, letting the silence hang between us before answering, “How could you?”

He thought he held all the power. But now, he knew—he wasn’t the only one capable of betrayal.