He Ran After Her, I Ran From Him

I’d been married for four years when my husband’s mistress ran off.

All she left behind was a note:

“Sorry, I’m eloping with my bestie. Bye-bye!”

The man who’d always prided himself on never being swayed by a woman completely lost his mind.

For three whole months, he put on a public circus, desperately chasing after her while I became the butt of every joke on social media.

Eventually, he dragged her back.

She showed up at my place, pretending to be all torn up, letting out a dramatic sigh.

“I really don’t want to ruin your marriage… but what can I do? Alexander’s just so into me.”

Then she tilted her head and added,

“Maybe you should just step aside?”

The old me would’ve exploded, angry, humiliated, ready to fight for my pride.

But this time?

I genuinely didn’t care anymore.