When the papers arrived at her new address, she called immediately. “You’re seriously doing this over a trip?” she demanded. I laughed.
“It’s not about the trip. It’s about what it showed me. You didn’t want me there.
She didn’t say anything. Just hung up. Over the next few months, I learned just how deep her betrayal went.
Turns out, she and David had been “reconnecting” for nearly a year—coffee meetups, lunches, messages she’d deleted. One of our mutual friends eventually told me that the Japan trip was supposed to be their “fresh start.”
Fresh start. For who?
She tried to justify it later, saying things like, “You were always working,” or “We just drifted apart.” But no matter how she spun it, the fact remained: she replaced her husband with an old flame, and expected me to foot the bill. The kids eventually started asking questions. I didn’t badmouth their mother—I just told them the truth.Continue reading…
