When my husband, Michael, started acting distant, I turned to my best friend, Anna, for comfort. She brushed off my concerns, but three years later, fate showed me the truth.
Michael and I had built a life together for five years—until he changed. He was distant, and I felt alone, especially after a miscarriage. He finally confessed he wasn’t happy anymore and left without an argument. But when Anna suddenly stopped answering my calls, I later discovered the painful truth: she and Michael had been secretly seeing each other while we were still married.
Fueled by anger, I used their betrayal to my advantage in the divorce, walking away with the house and half of Michael’s money. I found peace with Daniel, a kind man who treated me with the love I deserved, and we soon had a daughter together.
A year later, I saw Michael and Anna at a gas station, their once-perfect life in ruins. The car was falling apart, their baby was crying, and their relationship was falling apart. Watching them struggle, I couldn’t help but feel the satisfaction of knowing that karma had worked its magic. I drove away, heading home to the happiness I had finally found.
