My name is Lisa. I’ve been married to Tom for four years. He works in a high‑status job, earning well. We live comfortably in a nice house with two cars and our dog Max—everything looks perfect.
One morning, while making blueberry pancakes on my day off, Tom entered stressed, and we had a small squabble over the last blueberries. He left in silence, and I felt the tension growing.
To shake off the mood, I called my friend May and went swimming. While relaxing poolside, I spotted Tom with a young blonde woman, looking cozy. Shocked and furious, I filmed the moment. Before confronting him, a young man leapt in and physically confronted Tom, who begged his way out.
I approached, showed Tom the video, and said, “We’re done. I’m divorcing you.” He begged for forgiveness at home, but I refused. He blamed me for his betrayal—a final straw. I sent the video to his boss, and by next day, Tom was fired.
Though the fallout was harsh, I found liberation in the betrayal. I filed for divorce. For the first time, I felt strong, hopeful, and ready to rediscover myself.