And though life wasn’t perfect, I thought we were a happy family.

The thing is, Stan and I had built our life together from scratch. We’d met at work and had instantly connected.

Soon after becoming friends, Stan proposed to me, and I had no reason not to say yes.

Over the years, we went through so many ups and downs, but one thing that stayed firm was our bond. I believed all the bad times we spent together had strengthened our bond, but I had no idea how wrong I was.

Lately, he’d been working late. But that’s normal, right?

Projects piled up at work, and deadlines loomed. These were just the sacrifices of a successful career. He wasn’t as present as he used to be, but I told myself he loved us, even if he was distracted.

I wish I knew that wasn’t true. I wish I knew what he’d been doing behind my back.

It happened on a Tuesday. I remember because I was making soup for dinner, the kind Lily loved with the tiny alphabet noodles.

I heard the front door open, followed by the unfamiliar sound of heels clicking on the floor.

My heart skipped a beat as I glanced at the clock. It was earlier than usual for Stan to be home.

“Stan?” I called out, wiping my hands on a dish towel. My stomach tightened as I walked into the living room, and there they were.

Stan and his mistress.

She was tall and striking, with sleek hair and the kind of sharp smile that made you feel like prey. She stood close to him, her manicured hand resting lightly on his arm as if she belonged there.

Meanwhile, my husband, my Stan, looked at her with a warmth I hadn’t seen in months.

“Well, darling,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension as her eyes swept over me. “You weren’t exaggerating. She really let herself go. Such a shame. She’s got decent bone structure.”

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Her words sliced through me.

“Excuse me?” I managed to choke out.

Stan sighed like I was the one being unreasonable.

“Lauren, we need to talk,” he said, crossing his arms. “This is Miranda. And… I want a divorce.”

“A divorce?” I repeated, unable to process what he was saying. “What about our kids? What about us?”

“You’ll manage,” he said in a clipped tone as if discussing the weather. “I’ll send child support. But Miranda and I are serious. I brought her here so you’d know I’m not changing my mind.”

As if that wasn’t enough, he delivered the final blow with a casual cruelty I hadn’t thought him capable of.

“Oh, and by the way, you can sleep on the couch tonight or go to your mom’s place, because Miranda is staying over.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

I felt so angry and so hurt, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

Instead, I turned and stormed upstairs, my hands shaking as I grabbed a suitcase from the closet.

I told myself to stay calm for Lily and Max. As I packed their bags, tears blurred my vision, but I kept going.

When I walked into Lily’s room, she looked up from her book. She immediately knew something was not right.

“Mom, what’s going on?” she asked.

I crouched down beside her, stroking her hair.

“We’re going to Grandma’s for a little while, sweetheart. Pack a few things, okay?”

“But why? Where’s Dad?” Max chimed in from the doorway.

“Sometimes grown-ups make mistakes,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “But we’ll be okay. I promise.”

They didn’t press for more, and I was grateful. As we walked out of the house that night, I didn’t look back.

The life I had known was gone, but for my kids, I had to keep moving forward.

That night, as I drove to my mother’s house with Lily and Max fast asleep in the backseat, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. My mind raced with questions I didn’t have answers to.

How could Stan do this? What would I tell the kids? How would we rebuild our lives from the ashes of this betrayal?

When we arrived, my mom opened the door.

“Lauren, what happened?” she asked, pulling me into a hug.

But the words stuck in my throat. I just shook my head as tears streamed down my face.

In the days that followed, everything became a blur of legal paperwork, school drop-offs, and explaining the unexplainable to my children.

The divorce was swift, leaving me with a settlement that barely felt like justice. We had to sell the house, and my share of the money went toward buying a smaller place.

I got us a modest two-bedroom home. hardest part wasn’t losing the house or the life I thought I’d have. It was watching Lily and Max come to terms with the fact that their father wasn’t coming back.

At first, Stan sent child support checks like clockwork, but that didn’t last.