Liberation Roxannes Tale BOOK

Discovering infidelity of my husband, Walter Roberts, happened when our son was just six months old.

I had always believed that the foundation of a marriage was built on trust.

Therefore, whether during our courtship or after marriage, I never check Walter's phone.

However, that night, after finally putting the baby to sleep, as if guided by fate, I logged into Walter's long-forgotten WhatsApp account.

The reason I had Walter's WhatsApp password was because, during our dating days, he once needed to send me a file. He casually mentioned that his password was his phone number, which hadn't changed over the years.

What followed was unexpected to me.

I stumbled upon Walter's chat history with a girl saved under the nickname "Silly Annie."

How was I supposed to know it was a girl? It could very well have been a guy using a fake name. You might ask. Their chat spanned dozens of pages, filled not only with flirtatious banter but also with selfies of them together.

From the start, Walter and I were not seen as a compatible match by those around us. Although I wasn't strikingly beautiful, I was always the model child everyone admired.

After graduating from a prestigious university with a master's degree, I worked at a local bank, enjoying a stable job and decent income. Being far from home, I longed for a sense of belonging, and just before meeting Walter, I had purchased my own house in this city.

Walter, on the other hand, often described himself as a "total loser." After graduating from an average university, he helped out at a small company run by his father, earning a modest allowance each month.

Our first meeting was at a dinner gathering. I had recently ended a long-distance relationship that began during my college days.

It was a hot day, and I had just moved into my new place. After dinner, I was busy assembling a storage rack, sweating profusely, when my friend Hayley Barton called.

"Amy, what are you up to? "Let's go and have dinner together. I'll send you the location right away," she said eagerly, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Looking at the mess of parts before me, I was frustrated. I tossed the screwdriver aside and left without even changing my clothes.

The restaurant Hayley chose was close to my home, so I walked over. When I arrived, I saw Hayley with her boyfriend David and two of David's college friends, one of whom was Walter.

As soon as I sat down, Hayley looked at my casual attire and messy hair with disdain.

"What have you been doing at home? You look like a poor woman who got abused."