I was married for seven years, believing my husband would be my lifelong partner—until I suspected an affair with my best friend. When he extended a work trip, I later discovered it was a secret holiday with her.
I stayed silent, waiting. Upon his return, I confronted him with a chilling question: “Do you know what illness she carries?” I had learned my friend had a serious contagious disease—and now he did too. He begged forgiveness, but I felt only bitterness.
Our marriage had already ended. I walked away, choosing to protect my daughter and rebuild our peace. In the end, betrayal didn’t need revenge. Fate delivered the harshest justice—and I learned to give my love only to those who deserve it.
