I rushed home. And there he was — Mike — with Lana, his assistant. Clothes, cash, my jewelry, even our passports, all being stuffed into bags.He flinched when he saw me. “It’s not what it looks like,” he said.Lana rolled her eyes. “We’ve been together for five years. He’s finally leaving you.”Five. Years.

He tried to justify it. “We grew apart,” he mumbled. Then had the audacity to say my job was a “distraction.” I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I recorded everything on my phone — just like I’d learned back in my old admin job.A week later, I served him divorce papers with full evidence: cheating, financial misconduct, abandonment. He lost the house, custody, and a fat chunk of his income.Lana? She got him… and a one-bedroom apartment.Me? I got my peace, my kids, and a future that starts with me.Mrs. Johnson calls me the strongest woman she knows.She’s not wrong.