Whatever her motives, I did not need to establish that she had deliberately targeted my husband in order to understand what had happened in my marriage.
Tyler had made his own decisions.
He had chosen to lie.
He had chosen to continue the affair.
He had chosen to promise another woman a home without first addressing the consequences of his actions with me.
Rachel’s intentions did not erase his responsibility.
Once I understood that, I stopped wasting energy trying to determine whether she had planned everything from the beginning.
I focused on the facts I knew.
And I focused on rebuilding a life that no longer depended on Tyler telling the truth.
One Saturday morning, I was watering the flowers near the front porch when Rachel’s car pulled up outside.
For a moment, I considered going inside.
Then I put down the watering can and waited.
She stepped out slowly, one hand resting on her belly.
