After years of desperately trying to salvage my marriage, I thought walking in on my husband, Logan, with another woman was the ultimate low. But the humiliation was only the beginning. Logan wasn’t content with just breaking my heart—he made it his mission to rub his betrayal in my face. What I didn’t anticipate was that an unexpected ally would swoop in to turn the tables and give him the reckoning he deserved.
When I married Logan five years ago, I believed in fairy tales. For a while, life was as blissful as I’d imagined. But reality set in, and cracks began to form, especially as we struggled with infertility. I felt like a failure. Instead of supporting me, Logan pulled away, spending hours at the gym and flaunting a new sports car, seemingly finding comfort everywhere except in our marriage.
One night, my best friend Lola dragged me out of the house to a jazz club downtown. She said I needed a break and promised me a fun night. I reluctantly agreed, craving an escape from my spiraling thoughts. The music, soft and soulful, filled the air as Lola and I shared a rare moment of laughter. But that fleeting joy shattered when Lola froze mid-laugh, her eyes fixed on something—or someone—behind me.
