Inside, she approached the reception desk and introduced herself.
“Mrs. Oliver? Your husband already checked in—with his plus-one,” the manager said hesitantly.
Jennifer’s heart sank. Across the room, she spotted Oliver laughing with a woman, their intimacy undeniable. Fighting tears, she turned and walked out.
The next morning, a call shattered her fury: Oliver had been in a car accident. At the hospital, Jennifer faced him, bandaged and remorseful.
“Jen, I made a mistake,” he pleaded. “She’s not what I thought. You’re the one I need.”
Jennifer’s voice was steady. “You made your choices, Oliver. Now live with them.”
She walked out, leaving him to face the consequences.
In the months that followed, Jennifer flourished. She rediscovered her passions, embraced new hobbies, and finally let go of the weight of Oliver’s lies.
By spring, she was thriving, her friend texting her, “You’re glowing lately, Jen.”
Jennifer smiled. She had once been a devoted wife, but now she was simply Jen—a woman stepping boldly into her own happiness.