The night I read Rick’s messages, my world shattered. There it was, in black and white: not just an affair, but a meticulously planned betrayal. He’d arranged a spa getaway with another woman while shipping me and the kids off to care for his mother. My hands shook, but I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I planned.
The next morning, I played my part perfectly. Rick kissed my cheek, oblivious, and suggested I take the kids to his mother’s for a few days. I smiled and agreed. Inside, I was ice. But I knew exactly why he wanted us gone.....
