My Husband Left Me for My High School Friend After I Miscarried — Three Years Later, I Saw Them at a Gas Station and Couldn’t Stop Grinning
When my husband Michael grew distant during my pregnancy, I confided in my best friend Anna—who brushed it off as me “overthinking.” After my miscarriage, his coldness only deepened, and soon he left, saying he was “unhappy.” Not long after, Anna disappeared too. I later discovered the truth on her Instagram: the two of them flaunting their affair while I grieved alone.
The betrayal cut deep, but it backfired. Michael’s carelessness exposed his infidelity, and I walked away from the divorce with the house and half his assets. I rebuilt my life, met Daniel, and together we welcomed a beautiful daughter.
Three years later, I ran into Michael and Anna at a gas station. Their once “perfect” romance had crumbled—they were broke, fighting, and their car wouldn’t even start. As Anna muttered, “Helena got the better end of the deal,” I drove home smiling, grateful for my second chance.
