The signs were there—the mysterious “work emergencies,” the constant financial struggles despite his long hours, the way he’d snap if we disturbed him. But I never imagined the truth about what Jake was really doing in his home office.
The revelation came when I accidentally made noise during his “important meeting.” His overreaction tipped me off. Behind that closed door, I found no spreadsheets or business calls—just video games and a flirty online chat with someone named Suzy.
Jake’s defense? That I’d become “too boring” and he needed an escape. He actually packed a bag to leave us for this internet stranger, only to discover Suzy was a middle-aged man who had been scamming him.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. While I’d been working myself ragged to support his “career,” he’d been sending our money to an online catfish.
Now, as I rebuild my life without him, I realize this wasn’t just about betrayal—it was about waking up. No more walking on eggshells. No more excuses. Just truth, and the freedom that comes with it.
