My husband disappeared every first Saturday, claiming errands or helping his aunt. Last month, I asked to join, but he deflected, saying his aunt disliked me. Suspicious, I placed a GPS tracker on his car and followed him to a rundown house. A woman, Soraya, answered, holding a baby who looked like my husband. She was shocked to learn I was his wife; he’d told her he was single. Soraya revealed he’d been supporting her and their child for three years, visiting monthly with money and supplies, while lying to us both.
Confronted, he admitted to juggling both lives, claiming he loved us both. Furious, Soraya and I rejected him. I moved out, staying with a friend, and discovered he’d been draining our savings. Soraya confirmed he gave her cash, manipulating us with different lies. We met, piecing together his deceit, and I filed for legal separation, freezing our accounts. He tried to reach us but eventually fled town, leaving his job and emptying his savings.
Soraya and I rebuilt our lives, supporting each other. We started a group for women betrayed by partners, sharing stories and strength. I found a job and met Jonas, a kind librarian. Soraya began dating Eldon, a respectful mechanic. Together, we learned to trust ourselves, finding hope and healing.
