His Regret, Her Revolution

I gave him seven years.

Seven years of unwavering support, sacrificing my Georgetown scholarship and a promising career to stand by Carter's side.

But at Thanksgiving dinner, while his mother gifted his "friend" Sofia a vintage Chanel bag, my reward was a $20 Starbucks gift card.

Then, Sofia moved in, and Carter gave her our master bedroom, relegating me to a cramped guest room.

My shock turned to horror when Sofia, fully aware of my life-threatening nut allergy, served me pesto pasta, and Carter forced me to eat it.

As I gasped for air, he sneered, "Drama, all for attention."