It all started as a lighthearted prank. I wrote on my husband Travis’ chest before his work party: “This is my husband. If you touch him, you’ll pay for it. M.” He laughed it off, but when he came home drunk, I noticed a strange reply on his chest: “Keep the change.”
We had been married for five years, facing challenges together, like my job loss and the death of his father. But gradually, Travis became more distant, working longer hours while I enjoyed the flexibility of working from home.
Before the Christmas party, I teased Travis about wearing the same shirt. He shrugged it off, and I jokingly wrote on his chest. Later, when he came home drunk, I found the odd message that left me unsettled. “Who wrote this?” I wondered.
The next morning, Travis denied remembering anything and dismissed the message. I spoke to my mom, who suggested I check his movements. I reluctantly installed a GPS tracker on his car, and soon I saw something I couldn’t ignore: Travis was with another woman.
I followed him and saw them kiss. The woman told me, “You deserve better.” My heart shattered, but I walked away, knowing this marriage was over. I returned home, heartbroken but clear-headed. This Christmas wasn’t what I expected, but it marked the start of my new journey.
