It started as a playful joke. I, Micaela, scribbled a note on my husband Travis’ chest before his work party: “This is my husband. If you touch him, you’ll pay for it. M.” When he came home drunk later that night, I noticed someone had written a reply: “Keep the change.”At first, I thought it was a harmless joke, but something about it didn’t sit right. Over the next few days, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. When I asked Travis about it, he was confused,claiming he didn’t remember much after ,

leaving the office.I turned to my mom for advice, and she suggested tracking his car. Hesitant but curious, I did. One night, I followed him to a wealthy neighborhood, where I saw Travis with another woman. They kissed.Heartbroken, I confronted him. He was caught, and I knew it wasn’t just about the kiss—it was the lies, the distance, everything. As I walked away, my mom texted me, offering her support and the number of a divorce lawyer.This Christmas, I learned the painful truth. Now, I’m starting over, focused on healing and finding happiness on my own terms.