The humiliation did not begin in my house. It began on my phone. I woke up to over twelve missed calls and messages that simply said, “Are you okay?”
My heart tightened before I even opened WhatsApp. I knew something was wrong.
When I finally checked my status views, her name was there the woman I had once welcomed into my home as a casual friend of my husband.
Then I saw it. A photo of my husband in what was clearly a bedroom mirror selfie. ...CONTINUE READING