The moon shone on me.

My husband cheated. The other woman was a new intern under him.

He bought her a house, a car, paraded her in front of his parents, and even threw a lavish wedding.

Everything but the actual marriage certificate was hers.

He even had our own son, Leo, walk as their ring bearer on their wedding day.

Liam called me cold, too engrossed in my career, neglecting him and our home.

Even Leo echoed him, claiming I was no mother, devoid of affection.

Apparently, I was destined to be a terrible wife, a horrible mother, so I graciously—or perhaps bitterly—stepped aside.