It happened in the blink of an eye. One minute, I was scrolling through my friend’s Instagram, and the next, my heart plummeted. There he was, my husband, grinning beside a man I barely knew—a groomsman at a wedding. Not just any wedding. The wedding of his ex. “I told you it was just a favor,” he’d said just a week ago. But I could feel the ground shifting beneath me, and panic set in.
I froze, staring at the photo. There was my husband, the man I trusted with my life, dressed…