He Chose Her Over Us, So I Walked Away

Synopsis

Ever since marrying Fred Hubbard, he'd cleaned up his act for me, cutting ties with all those other women in his life. Everyone envied how I'd tamed him so well, with our seemingly perfect family. That all changed on our ninth anniversary, when I accidentally glimpsed some messages in his group chat with his buddies. [Fred, how was it with that junior in the Bentley yesterday? Not bad, eh?] [I've done it with her everywhere you can think of—she's obsessed with me, can't get enough.] Below that was an intimate photo of the two of them, with the group piling on cheers and wishes for them to last forever. I stared at the screen, a dense wave of pain surging through my heart. So all those happy times we'd shared were just a carefully scripted charade. I sat there in a daze all night, waiting for Fred to finally drag himself home. Spotting the anniversary cake in his hand, I let out a bitter laugh. "I know everything. Aren't you tired of keeping up the act?"