When Jeff returned from the Maldives, tanned and smiling, I was waiting—with evidence. He hadn’t gone with his brother at all, but with his secretary, Mia. The betrayal was complete. This time, I didn’t cry. I acted. With Ava’s help and a strong lawyer, I filed for divorce, secured the home and assets I had built, and cut ties with the man who chose sand and cocktails over vows and loyalty.
