It didn’t take long. I found emails, hotel receipts, and photos. The affair wasn’t new. It had been going on for over a year. I contacted a lawyer. I also messaged Rachel’s husband with some screenshots. His response? One word: Handled.
A month later, I handed Arthur divorce papers over dinner. According to our prenup, the cheating partner forfeits a portion of the marital assets. I had the proof. There was no way out. Then I learned one more thing: James had rewritten his will two months before his death.
Arthur got nothing. Half the company went to Ben, to inherit at 18. The rest went to Arthur’s sister. Maybe James had seen what I hadn’t. In the divorce, I got full custody of Ben. Arthur sees him twice a month under supervision.
It was painful. But in a strange way, freeing. My son saw something I didn’t—and that moment under the table revealed a truth I needed to face. We’re starting over now, just the two of us. And despite everything, I know we’ll be okay.