The Neglected Wife's Maine Escape

My world shattered when the call came: my beloved father was gone.

But even as grief consumed me, my husband, Mark, dealt a cruel blow.

He skipped the funeral, prioritizing his "friend" Tiffany-a woman whose endless dramas always seemed to come first.

Returning home from Maine, heartbroken and exhausted, he casually asked me to cook chicken soup for Tiffany because she was "not feeling well."

That was the moment I realized I wasn't just a wife or a grieving daughter; I was merely his live-in chef for another woman.

Then, Tiffany began to appear everywhere.