Our 22nd wedding anniversary was supposed to be a celebration, but a casual remark from my sister-in-law, Margaret, turned it into a nightmare. She mentioned that Leo had spent two hours picking out emerald earrings for me at her jewelry store, but I had received only a neck massager that morning. Suspicion gnawed at me, and when I saw my best friend, Quinn, wearing emerald earrings, everything shattered.
I confronted Margaret, who confirmed my worst fears. I was crushed; Leo, the man I had loved since high school, was cheating on me with my best friend. I felt humiliated but resolved to expose the truth.
When it was time to speak at our anniversary gathering, I took the mic and announced, “If someone told me my husband would gift my best friend a pair of emerald earrings on our anniversary, I’d believe it. But not if he’d gift me a neck massager on the same day. C-H-E-A-T-I-N-G!”
The room fell silent as everyone turned to Leo and Quinn, who were both visibly shaken. I walked out, sending him divorce papers two days later. At least now, I was free from betrayal.
