I woke up in a hospital bed after an ac:cident, my leg shattered, my whole body aching. Then my husband walked in – hand in hand with his mistress.

justified betrayal.

As if marriage was only meaningful when convenient.

I felt tears sting my eyes, but I refused to let them fall in front of him.

“So while I thought we were trying to fix our marriage, you were sleeping with someone else?”

“We were already drifting apart,” he replied defensively.

“Then you leave,” I said sharply. “You don’t cheat.”

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