The last person Isabel expected to see was her ex-husband, standing on her porch, gripping an envelope like his life depended on it. “Izzy, please,” he pleaded. “Just open it.” “Why would I?” She snapped.
He swallowed hard: “BECAUSE IT’S ABOUT YOUR MOM.” What she saw inside shook her to the core.
I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who filed for divorce just days after her wedding. But I did.
And yesterday, something happened that made me realize I’d been wrong about everything:
Betrayal doesn’t just come from the person you marry. It can come from the person who raised you…
It started when my ex-husband — technically “ex” for only a few days — showed up at my door, holding a thick envelope in his hands.
“Please don’t slam the door in my face,” he pleaded.
“Izzy, please… Just open it. You need to see this.”
My fingers trembled on the doorknob.
“Why would I?
Josh, I can’t do this. Not now.
Not ever. Go away.”
“Because it’s about your mom.
I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.
You know that.”
My stomach twisted. “My mom?”
I should’ve slammed the door. I should’ve told him to get lost.
Instead, I just stood there, gripping the edge of the doorframe so hard my fingers ached.
Then he handed me the envelope. “Just look at these photos,” he said.
His eyes — God, his eyes — looked wrecked. Josh was “the cheater.” The liar.
The reason I walked away from my marriage.
Why was he standing here, bringing up my mother? I snatched the envelope from his hands and ripped it open. And when I saw what was inside, MY BLOOD TURNED TO ICE.
Let me back up so you understand why this hit me like a shockwave.
Josh and I weren’t some whirlwind romance. We’d known each other since high school.
He was the boy with paint-stained hands, worn-out sneakers, and a smile that could break your heart. The one who spent his days sketching in the back of the classroom and never cared that people whispered about his thrift-store clothes or the fact that his dad had walked out when he was 12.
I loved him anyway.
But my mother? She hated him. She called him “a boy with no future,” the kind of person who would only “drag me down.” So when I left for college in another state, she was thrilled.
I was free of Josh.
And for years, she believed that was for the best. Until six months ago.
The story doesn’t end here –
it continues on the next page.
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