Getting Ready
I know I can’t back down now — too much has been uncovered to pretend things can return to normal. With Lisa by my side, I begin compiling everything: the texts, the locations, the screenshots, and the names. It all goes into a neat little document, a timeline of betrayal I never asked to create. Each detail feels like a nail in the coffin of our marriage.
Lisa stays sharp and organized, helping me break the emotional weight into manageable steps. “We need to stay ahead,” she reminds me, as we plan out the confrontation. This is no longer just about emotions; it’s strategy now. Every step feels heavier than the last, but the need for closure drives me forward. I’m not just confronting a husband — I’m confronting a lie I lived in for years.
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