After seven years of marriage, Arnold locked me out of our home while I was holding groceries—no warning, just a note on the door. He was inside with the woman he’d sworn was “just a coworker.” Two movers showed up minutes later, saying he told them I’d be waiting. That moment shattered everything I believed about our life together.
Our love had once been real—romantic dinners, small daily gifts, and two beautiful kids. I had always been close to his father, Walter, who treated me like family. So, instead of begging Arnold, I called Walter. I calmly told him the truth, and after a long pause, he said, “That arrogant man… I’m coming over.”
