At 2 a.m., my husband ran off with his mistress, bragging he’d taken everything—he had no idea I’d already secured what mattered most

only to finish the goodbye he’d started at the airport.

“You were right about one thing, Victor. Goodbye.”

I blocked his number.

Then I slept more peacefully than I had in years.

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