In the days that followed, the woman he brought left his life when she realized there was nothing for her to gain. Marcus returned, filled with regret, asking for forgiveness. But I had already found clarity. His choices broke our trust, and I knew I had to choose peace and stability for myself and our children. With calm strength, I said no and focused on healing our home.

Little by little, life became brighter again. My children and I rebuilt our routine, filling our home with laughter, late-night movies, and quiet strength. Marcus lost what truly mattered by chasing something temporary—but I discovered resilience I didn’t know I had. Sometimes, what feels like an ending is actually the beginning of a stronger, more peaceful chapter. And that chapter is ours.