He Made Me Apologize to the Woman He Was Seeing Behind My Back. Instead, I Grabbed My Keys and Walked Out Without a Word.

And Greg—standing there with her—decided that was the moment to force my hand.“Apologize to her or we’re getting divorced.”

Like I was the problem. Like I was the one who’d crossed the line. Like my refusal to accept humiliation was the real issue.

I said five words. “Then enjoy her without me.”

And I left.

Drove to my best friend Sarah’s house. Sat in her kitchen. Tried to process what had just happened.