I was leaving the dry cleaners with my husband’s suits when a colleague told me, “He’s not traveling, he’s been with another woman for days,” and at that moment I understood why my marriage was already a lie.

I stood back and let them argue in the middle of my kitchen until they both stopped to look at me. “You can have him,” I told Bridget. “I have already filed the paperwork and secured my half of everything we own.”

Wesley tried to threaten me with a long legal battle, but I told him I had enough evidence of his financial infidelity to keep him in court for years. Simon stayed by my side the entire time, providing a silent wall of support that made Wesley realize I was no longer his “predictable” wife.

They left that night, and the divorce proceeded much faster than I expected thanks to Monica’s expertise. I kept my share of the house, turned his old office into a studio for my freelance work, and adopted a stubborn ginger cat.

My relationship with Simon developed slowly and naturally without any of the drama or lies of my previous life. A few months later, while we were sitting on a patio downtown, he asked me if I was finally happy.

I thought about the woman I used to be, the one who spent her life caring for a man who didn’t even respect her. “Yes,” I told him. “I am finally at peace.”