Days later, I began questioning his motives and checked his phone while he slept. What I found was worse than I imagined: messages to a female colleague confessing he planned to leave me. Armed with screenshots, I quietly filed for divorce and moved in with my sister. During the proceedings, Alex denied everything, but the evidence was clear. I was granted the house, our car, and child support.

Today, I’m focused on raising Sarah in a loving, peaceful environment. The betrayal cut deep, but I’m stronger now—and more certain than ever that trusting my instincts was the best choice I could’ve made.