Young, driven, and fiercely loyal, she vowed to help me not only recover my strength, but rebuild my entire life.
As I endured the intense journey of physical therapy, Ava started uncovering Jeff’s hidden truths.
When he came back from the Maldives, relaxed and sun-kissed, I was ready—armed with proof.
He hadn’t gone on a trip with his brother, but with his secretary, Mia.
The betrayal was undeniable.
But this time, I didn’t break down. I took control.
With Ava’s support and a sharp attorney, I filed for divorce, claimed the home and assets I had worked so hard for, and cut all ties with the man who chose luxury over loyalty.
The day he was served the papers, Jeff begged.
But my answer was clear. “You chose your paradise, Jeff. Now I’m choosing mine.”
Today, I’m writing this from a sunlit terrace in Greece.
The water sparkles, Ava laughs beside me, and for the first time in decades, I feel free.
Sometimes the best revenge isn’t anger—it’s reclaiming your life, and realizing you were always stronger than the person who left you behind.
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