It started as a playful joke. I, Micaela, scribbled a note on my husband

Travis’ chest before his work party: “This is my husband. If you touch him,

you’ll pay for it. M.” When he came home drunk later that night, I noticed

someone had written a reply: “Keep the change.”At first, I thought it was a

harmless joke, but something about it didn’t sit right. Over the next few days

, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. When I asked Travis about

it, he was confused,claiming he didn’t remember much after ,

leaving the office.I turned to my mom for advice, and she suggested tracking his car.

Hesitant but curious, I did. One night, I followed him to a wealthy neighborhood, where

I saw Travis with another woman. They kissed.Heartbroken, I confronted him. He was caught,

and I knew it wasn’t just about the kiss—it was the lies, the distance, everything. As I

walked away, my mom texted me, offering her support and the number of a divorce lawyer.

This Christmas, I learned the painful truth. Now, I’m starting over, focused on healing and finding happiness on my own terms.