Attending my daughter’s wedding was bittersweet, as it meant confronting my ex-husband Phil and his new wife, also named Cynthia. After years of heartache, seeing them together brought back painful memories, especially since Phil had left me for a younger version of myself. His betrayal had shattered me, and now, seeing him with Cynthia, expecting a baby, felt like a fresh wound.
Phil tried to reconnect, but his charm couldn’t erase the past. Then, I caught him kissing a receptionist, a betrayal I couldn’t ignore. Armed with photos, I warned him to stay faithful or I’d expose him. At the rehearsal dinner, Phil tried to threaten me, but I stood my ground, no longer afraid.
For the first time in years, I felt free, knowing I didn’t have to carry his failures anymore. I deserved better, and I finally believed it.
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