My mother-in-law, Ingrid, never missed a chance to compare me to Megan, my husband’s ex-wife. No matter what I did, she always reminded me that Megan did it better. It hurt, but I kept quiet for the sake of family peace.

Then came Ingrid’s big birthday party. To my shock, she’d even invited Megan. I swallowed my pride and stayed polite, determined not to let it ruin the night. But nothing could have prepared us for what happened next.

In front of everyone, Ingrid’s husband stood up to make a toast—only to confess he’d been having an affair for five years… with his ex-wife. He ended it right there, saying he was leaving Ingrid to be with her.

The room fell silent. Ingrid was devastated, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. After years of her belittling me, it felt like karma had stepped in. I didn’t gloat, but deep down, I couldn’t ignore the irony.

Walking out hand-in-hand with my husband, I realized something important: no matter what Ingrid thought of me, I had the one thing Megan didn’t—Mike’s love and loyalty.