All men cheat—my friends say. But not my husband—I was sure. I was, until I accidentally caught him with another woman.
Cheating on Valentine’s Day… a bitter irony of fate.
“I’ll divorce her,” my husband promised passionately, hugging the other.
“Not yet. You need to understand. I have to prepare everything. I have deals. My reputation. Be patient. Just a little longer.”
“Another year,” the girl whined. “I’m tired. It’s so lonely for me without you.”
“Just a bit longer,” my husband promised.
I leave the room, not wanting to see them any longer.
Shock. Pain. Disbelief.
“Oh no, dear,” I whisper, “you won’t have to wait another year. I’ll file for divorce first.”