My Husband Calls His Mistress His Buddy

My husband called his mistress his “bro,” so I brought home a male bestie. He slept beside Mia and shared her ice cream; I made Tyler whine on my arm and sit in the back seat. When Ethan raged, I fired back: “You can have a girl bro—why can’t I have a guy bestie?” At the bar, Mia fed him mouth-to-mouth; I slapped them both, threw her bra in her face, and demanded a divorce. The video went viral and destroyed them online. At the hospital, he knelt and begged; I tossed him the papers: “You lost.” I refused reconciliation and walked into the sunlight.