When I discovered my wife’s affair, I saw an opportunity instead of heartbreak. Claire’s late-night texts and secretive calls hinted at infidelity, but I kept quiet, relying on her income to avoid financial ruin. Then, a crumpled receipt in her jeans exposed Alex M—, her father’s affluent friend. Delving into old messages, I found Claire admitting, “I still love Tom, but we needed the money. Alex… he’s just a means to an end.”
I seized my chance and confronted Alex: “I know about you and Claire. I’ll walk away for $50,000.” After hesitation, he agreed. With the money secured, I faced Claire. “It’s over,” I declared, revealing my knowledge of Alex. She pleaded, but I insisted on divorce. Ignoring their calls, I found solace in a motel.
The next day promised renewal. Claire texted apologies, claiming love, but I replied, “Sometimes love isn’t enough.” For the first time in years, I looked ahead with hope.
