It didn’t take long for everything to click: the frequent business trips, the late nights, the vague excuses. Jordan hadn’t just been busy—he had been leading two separate lives.
With tears in my eyes, I told her, “We’ve been married for ten years.” She looked devastated and quietly said, “I didn’t know.” Before I could say more, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there in disbelief.
I walked back inside, heart pounding, and called for Jordan. He came up from the basement, wiping his hands on a rag like it was just another day. I smiled calmly and said, “I have a surprise for you—let’s go.”
He hesitated but followed me out. During the drive, he talked casually about his day, but I wasn’t listening. My thoughts were spinning. When we pulled up to a law office, I finally turned to him and said, “We’re getting a divorce.”
His expression changed instantly. “What are you talking about?” he asked. I looked him in the eye and replied, “You missed your wedding today because you’re already married. She told me everything.”
There was a long silence before he quietly stepped out of the car and walked away.
As I sat alone, a wave of emotion washed over me—but with it came clarity. The truth was painful, but it gave me the strength to take my life back. Even when everything seems to fall apart, sometimes that’s exactly when we begin to rebuild.