After seven years of marriage, I never imagined Arnold would lock me out of our own home—with grocery bags in my hands and not even a warning. But that moment shattered everything I thought I knew about him… and set the stage for something I never saw coming. Arnold used to be my dream man—charming, supportive, always bringing home little gifts and whispering how lucky he was to have me. We had a beautiful wedding,
two amazing kids, and a life I thought was close to perfect. But over time, things changed. He grew distant, cold, and critical. I juggled kids, housework, and a part-time job, while he barely noticed my efforts. Then came the late nights, the perfume on his shirts, and the ridiculous declaration: “I deserve to be in an open relationship.” Still, I held on… until the day I came home and found my key no longer worked. A note on the door told me to “stay with my mother.” Inside, I heard a woman’s laughter—one I recognized all too well. Minutes later,
