Even if you Kneel, You lost me, Husband!

I had just turned twenty-five. My loving husband, Alex, had thrown me a surprise birthday party. After four years of marriage, I truly believed he was deeply in love with me.

Until I overheard him talking to his mistress.

“I just have to let Lindsey take the drink tonight,” he said. “Then when she wakes up next to that guy, everyone will think she cheated. And then—boom—divorce. No suspicion.”

The air left my lungs all at once.

“Of course you’re the only one I love,” he added. “Marrying her was never about love—it was for the deal. The merger. She was convenient. That’s all.”