"Stay tuned to witness our happiness!"
The video included several photos.
No faces were shown, but their fingers were intertwined.
I could clearly see the watch on the man's wrist—the same watch I had personally picked out and given to Corey for his birthday.
If yesterday I only suspected, now I was certain.
The "dreamy senior" she kept gushing about was my husband, Corey Henson.
In that moment, it felt like a boulder had been dropped onto my chest.
I could barely breathe.
We'd been married for years. Happy years. Loving years.
Never once had I imagined that one day he would betray me—with some college junior, no less.
Corey didn't come home that night.
He texted to say he was finalizing the treatment plans with his junior. They'd be boarding their flight first thing in the morning.
I asked if he wanted me to see him off at the airport.
He said there was no need.
After that, my messages sank into silence. No replies.
I set down my phone and drew a long breath.
By now, he was probably tangled up with her somewhere.
If I kept bothering him, I'd just look pathetic.
I lay awake the entire night.
The next day, Corey and his junior appeared at the airport.
Arm in arm. Laughing. Whispering.