My Husband Left Me for My High School Friend After I Miscarried — Three Years Later, I Saw Them at a Gas Station and Couldn’t Stop Grinning
When my husband started acting distant, I turned to my best friend for comfort. She told me I was overthinking things. Turns out, I wasn’t. But three years later, fate gave me front-row seats to the consequences of their betrayal. I used to think betrayal happened to other people—the kind of drama you read about online or hear whispered at dinner parties. Not to me. Not to us. For five years, Michael and I built a life together. It wasn’t flashy, but it was ours. Cozy movie nights on the