I gave everything to my family, but my husband’s betrayal left me shattered — and to make it worse, my children sided with him. At one of his parties, overwhelmed, I stepped outside for air and unexpectedly ran into my first love, Daniel. He offered to take me away to Florida, and in my heartbreak, I agreed.
On the plane, Daniel sat quietly beside me, asking if I was okay. I told him I would be, eventually, though my thoughts kept drifting to the notes I had left behind.
To my children, I wrote: “I’m going away for a month. You’ll be fine with Dad. I need time to figure things out. I love you both.”
To my husband, Jack, I left another: “I know about Claire. I can’t stay where I feel invisible. I need time to think, so please don’t contact me.”
When we arrived in Florida, I was stunned by Daniel’s beautiful estate. He reassured me that we would take things slowly, and for a moment, I felt a glimmer of peace.
That calm shattered when his wife, Isabella, and son, Nathan, suddenly appeared. I hadn’t known he was still married. The revelation left me spinning, questioning whether I had made another mistake.
Later, Daniel explained the marriage was only a façade — a way to help Isabella stay in the country. He confessed that his heart still belonged to me and asked me to move in with him.
Though touched by his words, uncertainty filled me. After so much betrayal and heartbreak, I wasn’t sure if I could trust again — even if it was the man I once loved.
