After giving birth to our daughter Lily, I was exhausted but hopeful. My husband Tom had always promised we were a team, but soon after Lily was born, that team started to feel like a one-woman show. He was constantly away on “business trips,” leaving me to figure out motherhood on my own. Then one quiet night, while rocking Lily to sleep, I opened Instagram just to distract myself. That’s when everything changed. I saw a post from a local influencer at a trendy restaurant—and in the background of her photo? Tom. Sitting across from Eliza,

his old college “friend” who never liked me. The look on their faces said it all. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I planned. I confirmed the hotel. I gathered photo evidence. And I met with a lawyer. I wasn’t going to just confront him—I was going to expose him. So, I organized a baby shower. A “belated celebration” for me and Lily. I invited close friends, family—and yes,