When Jason and I met, it felt like fate. We were both tech professionals, completely in-sync with each other. After three years of a blissful marriage, I believed that children were on the horizon for us, but I wasn’t in a rush.

But then, Jason’s long hours started to raise suspicions. One day, I found him fast asleep in his work clothes. Wanting to start the day on a positive note, I decided to make him a delicious breakfast. However, before I could head into the kitchen, his buzzing phone caught my attention.

I picked it up from the floor, where it had been carelessly tossed aside. To my horror, I discovered a message from our bank: “Transaction declined due to insufficient funds.” My heart sank as I quickly checked our banking app, only to find that our savings had vanished. Even worse, there were large transfers to an unknown account.

Desperate for answers, I woke Jason up, demanding to know what happened to our money. He looked pale and avoided making eye contact with me. It was at that moment my father walked into the room and sat down across from Jason. Sensing the gravity of the situation, he urged Jason to explain.

Reluctantly, Jason shared his dark secret: he had been having an affair. The weight of his guilt was evident as he confessed, “I haven’t been completely honest with you. Months ago, I made a terrible mistake and had a brief affair with someone from work.”

Feeling like I was trapped in a nightmare, I asked him how this related to our missing money. Trembling from anger and hurt, I demanded an explanation. Jason revealed that the woman he had the affair with was now pregnant. Her powerful brothers threatened to expose their secret unless he paid them.

I was devastated. How could he have betrayed me like this? Jason explained that he was scared of losing me, so he transferred our savings in an attempt to keep his affair a secret. He assured me that he was trying to get the money back, but it didn’t ease the pain.

Furious, my father insisted we involve the police and press charges for extortion. As the investigation proceeded, I was left with a broken marriage and a shattered heart. My husband had not only cheated on me but also drained our savings for the sake of his affair.

One evening, while making me a cup of coffee, my father looked at me with determined eyes. “You will divorce him, Davina,” he said. “There’s no point staying with a man who has betrayed you like this.” His words resonated with me, and I knew he was right. No matter how hard we tried, I would never be able to trust Jason again.

Despite Jason’s constant apologies, I realized that a future together was no longer possible. The pain was too deep, and the trust had been irreparably broken.