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But the next day, I got this phone call that turned my world upside down.
“Is this Mrs. Johnson?” the voice on the other end asked.
“Yes,” I replied cautiously.
“We’re calling about a recent large transaction on your husband’s account. Could you verify some details?”
My stomach dropped. A large transaction? What could he possibly be spending so much on while telling me to cover all the bills?
The agent continued, “There’s been a series of payments to a private account overseas, and we wanted to ensure it was authorized.”
I froze. Overseas account? What was Jake doing?
I couldn’t confront him immediately; I needed proof. Over the next week, I dug deeper. I went through bank statements, emails, and even his phone when he wasn’t looking. What I found shattered me. He wasn’t saving for our future. He had drained most of his personal savings and sent the money to someone I didn’t know—a woman.
That evening, I confronted him. At first, he tried to deny it, but when I showed him the evidence, he finally confessed. He had been “investing” in someone else’s “dream” overseas. And by dream, he meant an affair.
I felt a rush of emotions—betrayal, anger, heartbreak. But as I sat there, something inside me shifted. I realized that I had been carrying the weight of our life together for far too long. I was done.
The next morning, I made calls—to a lawyer, to my best friend, and to myself. I moved out within a week, leaving behind the man who had shown me exactly what I deserved by being exactly what I didn’t.
Now, months later, I’m living in my own apartment. It’s small, but it’s mine. I’ve started taking dance classes and painting again, things I’d put aside for “our future.” Turns out, the only future I need to save for is my own. And I’m doing just fine.
