I’ve been married to my husband, Leo, for 22 years. I never thought I’d catch him cheating after all this time, but I did.

Leo and I have always been inseparable since high school, like a couple from a rom-com. I believed we were meant to be together. He made me laugh and always made me feel special.

After graduation, we went to different colleges but made our relationship work, taking turns visiting each other. My friend Quinn often told me how lucky I was to have him.

After four years, we got married in a small ceremony with our closest friends and family. I remember Quinn as my bridesmaid and Leo’s sister, Margaret, treating me like family. The day was perfect, and I thought it was the beginning of forever.

We settled into our life together and welcomed two daughters, Sophie and Ella. Life felt perfect, and I was convinced I had found my soulmate.

But everything changed on our 22nd wedding anniversary.

We planned a celebration at home, inviting family and friends. I was excited about the decorations, and Margaret came over early to help set up.

While we chatted, she mentioned, “Leo spent two hours picking earrings at my store two weeks ago! I thought you’d wear them today!”

Confused, I realized I hadn’t received any earrings; Leo had given me a neck massager. I forced a smile, but suspicion grew.

Later, as guests arrived, I spotted Quinn wearing emerald earrings. No way, I thought. I rushed to Margaret.

“Are those the earrings Leo bought?” I asked.

Margaret’s eyes widened. “It’s them. But that means…”

“Yes,” I said. “Your brother is a cheater.”

Heartbroken and humiliated, I couldn’t let them get away with this.

I approached Quinn, feigning cheerfulness. “Those earrings are stunning! Leo and I were brainstorming what to get you for your birthday!”

Her face flushed, and she hurried away.

Then I went to Leo. “I need to talk to you,” I said cheerfully.

“The earrings?” he stammered.

“Why don’t you give them to me now? They’d match my dress perfectly!”

He hesitated, sweating. “I thought I’d surprise you later,” he lied.

It was time for the grand reveal.

“I just want to thank everyone for being here,” I began. “But if someone told me my husband would gift my best friend emerald earrings on our anniversary…”

The room fell silent.

“Do you know what that’s called? C-H-E-A-T-I-N-G!”

Everyone turned to Leo and Quinn. Leo went pale; Quinn looked ready to disappear.

“How could you, Leo?” someone shouted. “Couldn’t you find anyone other than your best friend’s husband?”

I left the mic on the table and walked out. I sent him the divorce papers two days later while he begged for forgiveness.

I know the road ahead will be difficult, but I’m relieved to be rid of someone who didn’t think twice before cheating on me.