Inside, my husband, Ian, was in bed with another woman. “Who is she?” I demanded. Ian stammered, “I can explain, Julia. Please, just—”
Sophie, the woman, looked horrified. “Ian told me you were separated! That you were out of the picture!” My anger boiled over. “Explain what? That you’ve been lying to me? That there’s another family in my house?”
Sophie and I shared our stories, discovering Ian’s double life. She had been told I was dead. We bonded over our mutual betrayal and concocted a plan to expose Ian. We created a fake dating profile to lure him into revealing his secrets.
Ian fell for the bait, and we sent the incriminating evidence to his boss, Brian. Ian was fired for his dishonesty. When he returned home, defeated, I told him, “You did this to yourself, Ian. Now get out of my house.”
With Ian out of our lives, Sophie and I supported each other through the aftermath. We turned our shared pain into a source of strength, no longer victims but survivors.
