Months later Victor visited my office again.
Amber stood behind him looking very different from the confident woman who had walked into my house. She apologized sincerely and explained she had begun therapy. I listened quietly and finally told her I forgave her because holding anger would only weigh me down.
Six months after that strange Saturday afternoon my life looked completely different.
My company was thriving, my home felt peaceful again, and I had started dating someone who admired my ambition instead of feeling threatened by it. Sometimes I even felt grateful that Amber rang my doorbell that day.
Because that moment revealed the truth and freed me from a marriage that had been slowly suffocating my life.
