In shock and anger, I decided to confront the situation. I made plans for our daughter and prepared myself for the evening. Wearing a red dress—the one I knew my husband loved—I arrived early at the restaurant, spotting the woman wearing the same shade. I approached her, calmly revealing that I knew about the affair.
When my husband arrived, he was stunned to see me. He tried to explain, but there were no words to fix the betrayal. I walked out without shedding a tear, but the tears came later, outside our house.
