Too Late For Her Tears

Snootie

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My career was stalling, but I thought I had love. My wife, Cassie, was everything to me, even if it meant sacrificing my own ambitions. But then, HR put me on administrative leave. Why? Because I finally confronted her about David Miller, her "grieving" colleague, whose son, Sammy, was always conveniently sick. Cassie twisted it, accusing me of "harassment," and suddenly, my job was on the line. Yet, she kept prioritizing David, leaving me alone even when I begged her to talk. My own neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, confirmed what my gut already knew: Cassie wasn't just supportive, she was unfaithful. The final straw came when Cassie ditched our "last chance" date for another one of Sammy's "emergencies." I followed her and saw them at the county fair, Sammy perfectly healthy, laughing, with David's arm around her, joking about me being a "placeholder." The truth hit me like a physical blow: I wasn' t just betrayed; I was a pawn. How could I have been so blind? The woman I loved had systematically deceived me, used me merely as a stable background while pursuing an affair. Every sacrifice, every quiet night, felt like a deliberate lie. But I wasn't powerless. I called General Armstrong, accepting a top-secret position. Then, I set a trap. I would make her sign her own divorce papers, right under her nose, finally reclaiming my life.

Betrayal Revenge Divorce Love triangle Second chance

Chapter 14

01-06 20:16

Introduction

My career was stalling, but I thought I had love.

My wife, Cassie, was everything to me, even if it meant sacrificing my own ambitions.

But then, HR put me on administrative leave.

Why? Because I finally confronted her about David Miller, her "grieving" colleague, whose son, Sammy, was always conveniently sick.

Cassie twisted it, accusing me of "harassment," and suddenly, my job was on the line.

Yet, she kept prioritizing David, leaving me alone even when I begged her to talk.

My own neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, confirmed what my gut already knew: Cassie wasn't just supportive, she was unfaithful.

The final straw came when Cassie ditched our "last chance" date for another one of Sammy's "emergencies."

I followed her and saw them at the county fair, Sammy perfectly healthy, laughing, with David's arm around her, joking about me being a "placeholder."

The truth hit me like a physical blow: I wasn' t just betrayed; I was a pawn.

How could I have been so blind?

The woman I loved had systematically deceived me, used me merely as a stable background while pursuing an affair.

Every sacrifice, every quiet night, felt like a deliberate lie.

But I wasn't powerless.

I called General Armstrong, accepting a top-secret position.

Then, I set a trap.

I would make her sign her own divorce papers, right under her nose, finally reclaiming my life.