Twenty-Five Years of Marriage, I gifted my Husband a Divorce

For twenty-five years, I’ve been the invisible wife.

So when I found the necklace on my fiftieth birthday, I thought they had finally noticed my years of effort until my husband Johann ripped it from my neck.

“Are you out of your mind?” he sneered. “This was for Kate’s birthday. Why would I give you this? You look like you’ll drop dead any day, so you’ll ruin it.”

Kate. My half-sister and now his mistress. Of course, it was always her. He’d even forgotten his promise.

“It’s my birthday too,” I whispered. “Maybe we could travel. You promised. Japan. The cherry blossoms.”