I wasn’t a saint. I couldn’t just ignore the fact that my husband was cheating on me.
Carl acted like he was trying to comfort me, but honestly, he was just fooling himself. He was doing everything he could to keep our shaky relationship from falling apart.
Wendy must have noticed how often Carl had been stopping by. She posted a suggestive photo of herself and him in bed on Instagram–a reminder to him and a warning to me.
I thought her behavior was pretty immature, like a kid afraid someone was going to steal their snack.
After all, Carl didn’t mean anything to me anymore. I was long past the stage of obsessing over love like I used to. If he was cheating and she wanted him, fine, she could have him.
The first thing I did when I got out of the hospital was call Carl to discuss the divorce.
On the phone, Carl snapped, “Are you really in such a hurry?”
I was baffled. He had been the one pushing for the divorce, yet now he was stalling. He always had to be the one in control, and I was just stuck with no say in it. It was so frustrating.
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I decided to go ahead with the divorce because I had enough proof to make sure he walked away with nothing. Wendy’s Instagram post gave me exactly what I needed.
Carl losing everything was as good as guaranteed.
“Hailey, why are you pushing me like this?” he questioned.
