After I M.i.s.carried, My Husband A.b.a.ndoned Me for My High School Friend — But Three Years Later, I Ran Into Them at a Gas Station… And I Couldn’t Stop Smiling – Wake Up Your Mind
I never thought betrayal would touch my quiet, ordinary life. Aaron and I spent five years in a small,
sunlit home, wrapped in routines that felt safe. My best friend, Tessa, had been part of my world since we were sixteen — the sister I never had. When I became pregnant, I imagined our child growing up surrounded by love, with Tessa proudly playing the role of honorary aunt. But after the miscarriage, Aaron grew distant, and within weeks, he walked out. Not long after, Tessa disappeared too.
The truth came via my mother — a link to Tessa’s Instagram showing her and Aaron together, smiling on beaches and at dinners, their affair overlapping with my marriage. The betrayal was brutal, but I channeled my pain into action, gathering proof for my lawyer. When the divorce was final, I kept the house and half our assets, while Aaron and Tessa moved in together. I rebuilt my life slowly, learning to trust again, until I met Noah — kind, steady, and genuine. We married, and our daughter Hazel brought joy back into my world.
Three years later, fate handed me an unexpected scene. At a gas station, I spotted Aaron and Tessa — no longer the glamorous couple they once flaunted online. They argued over a declined card, the tension between them thick and bitter. Tessa, holding a crying baby, muttered in defeat, “I think Liv got the better end of the deal.” Aaron said nothing.
