When He thought he could fool me, I left him to Beg

"Brother, I’m done hiding my identity. I’m ready to take over and I’ll marry the man you wanted me to." I said the words into the phone before hanging up.

My eyes burned as I stared at the evidence of my husband's betrayal—the red lace thong and a tube of lipstick, both nestled inside the pocket of Derek's jacket.

I had only grabbed it to do the laundry, expecting nothing more than loose change or the crumpled receipts he often forgot. But instead, my fingers brushed against silk and plastic.