My husband took his mistress to the most expensive hotel in Manhattan… never realizing the owner was the wife he had just betrayed.

He apologized.

He cried.

He blamed stress.

He blamed work.

He blamed Vanessa.

Eventually…

He blamed himself.

But apologies arrive too late when they’re only spoken after someone gets caught.

Six months later…

The divorce was finalized.

It wasn’t dramatic.

No shouting.

No courtroom spectacle.

Just signatures.

Ink on paper.

The official end of six years together.continue reading …