I thought I had the perfect life with Camille, my French wife,
until one dinner changed everything. Frustrated by feeling left out
during conversations in French with her parents, I invited my friend
Nolan, who spoke some French, to join us. Mid-dinner, he whispered urgently,
“Check under your bed.”Ifound a black box filled with intimate photos of Camille
and letters to a man named Benoit. Nolan explained he’d overheard Camille
telling her parents where she hid the evidence of her affair. Confronted,
Camille confessed her parents had pushed her into the affair to ensure “French
grandchildren.”Heartbroken, I filed for divorce. Camille fought me over everything,
but I refused to let her drag me down further. Though the betrayal still hurts,
I’m free now, and that’s all that matters.
