Still, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. I talked to my mom, sharing my doubts. Her advice? Slip a GPS tracker in his car. I wasn’t thrilled about the idea, but I needed some peace of mind.
For the next week, I quietly tracked his movements. Everything seemed normal until one evening, he called to say he had to work late. I believed him—until I checked the tracker and saw his car heading somewhere else entirely.
I followed him to a charming house in a quiet neighborhood. My heart sank as I saw him with a woman. They hugged, and then they kissed. My world shattered.
I snapped photos from my car, trembling as I watched the scene unfold. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I walked toward them.
“So, you’re the one who left a note on my husband?” I asked.
The woman didn’t flinch. Instead, she looked me in the eye and said, “You deserve better. Husbands like him are nothing more than spare change.”
Travis, caught off guard and red with shame, tried to defend himself. “How dare you!” he shouted, but she was already walking back inside.
I turned and left him standing there, heading to my car. A message from my mom awaited me: the number for a divorce lawyer.
It was the hardest Christmas gift I’ve ever given myself—an end to the marriage I thought was solid. As the new year approaches, I’m learning to rebuild and find happiness again. Life can change in ways you never expect—even after five years of marriage.
What would you have done in my shoes?