My Husband Cheated With a Boy Who Looks Like Her Dead Love

I came home from a business trip to a clogged bathroom drain. The plumber pulled out handfuls of used condoms. Handprints covered the mirror and the glass door. Those weren’t mine. I followed the trail and found my husband’s affair partner—his student, with the exact face of his dead first love. He spent a whole year turning himself into someone else’s fantasy. Ten years of my love meant nothing against a familiar face. No tears. No screaming. I handed him the evidence, the lawyer’s letter, and the divorce papers. Then I ripped the GPS tracker she hid in my car, stepped on the gas, and drove straight into the rest of my life.