In my weakest moment, the woman I loved made a choice that shattered our family. She abandoned me and our kids for a “better” life with a man who promised her everything I couldn’t. But life has a way of forcing people to face their choices. And three years later, she came to me… begging. I had rehearsed the words in my head for days. How do you tell the person you love that you might not have much time left? The doctor’s words—”Stage 3 lymphoma”—still echoed in my ears

Patrick always told me we needed more time before moving in together. More time before getting engaged. More time before making any real commitment. But the second I inherited a fully paid-off apartment? He couldn’t wait another second. And that’s when I knew—I was never his first choice. For years, I watched my friends fall in love, get engaged, and start their lives with partners who adored them. Meanwhile, I was the one always third-wheeling, the one asked to take cute couple photos, the one joking about how I’d probably

I thought I was coming home after a long day. Instead, I walked straight into a nightmare. My clothes, my belongings—my entire life—were tossed onto the street like garbage. My heart pounded as I took in the mess. Then, I looked up. And it wasn’t my husband standing in the doorway. It was his mistress. Smirking like she had won. But karma always comes to collect its debts. For fifteen years, I was Josh’s wife. Fifteen years of love, loyalty, and sacrifice. We built a life together, raised two beautiful