A Love Meant to End

I received an anonymous email.

The man in the video, tangled with a younger woman, was unmistakably my husband.

Eight years together, and people had always said I was his white moonlight, the one he had dreamed of in his youth.

But in a moment of reckless indulgence, he sneered, "Beatrix Zimmerman is dull, boring, and timid. How could she ever compare to you?"

"Besides, I’ve been with her for eight years. I’m tired of her already."

His light and dismissive tone was almost laughable if not for the venom it carried.