On my day off, I went to the pool with a friend — and saw my husband, Tom, lounging with a young blonde, his hand over hers. I was ready to confront him, but before I could, a furious young man grabbed Tom, accusing him of being with his girlfriend. I filmed the entire scene.

When I confronted Tom, he begged and blamed me for his cheating. That was the final straw — I sent the video to his boss, who happened to be the blonde’s father. Tom was fired the next day.

I filed for divorce, realizing his betrayal had ended our marriage but also freed me. For the first time in years, I felt strong, independent, and ready to rebuild my life.