The Day He Brought the Other Woman Home

“On my birthday, my husband of five years, Gifford Stanton, brought another woman into our home. Her name was Jovita, and he claimed we owed her a debt of honor. He didn't ask my permission; he informed me she would be staying with us. It was a decision, not a discussion. In the days that followed, he systematically dismantled our life. He sided with her in every disagreement, publicly shaming me for my "insecurity" and "lack of grace." He celebrated her, paraded her in front of his family, and made me an outsider in my own home. The final betrayal came late one night. He crawled into our bed, drunk, and whispered another woman's name in my ear as he touched me. Chloe. The next morning, after I confronted him, Jovita rushed to his side, accusing me of being hysterical and violent. He believed her. He looked at me with a disgust that hollowed me out. "Pack your bags," he snarled. "You can come back when you're ready to behave like a rational adult." He ordered me to play the part of the smiling, perfect wife at his annual charity gala in one month, after which he would "reconsider our marriage." I agreed to go to his gala. I would smile. And I would burn his entire world to the ground.”