Mark was a father.
Through some clever messaging (me pretending to be Mark), I convinced Sarah to meet me at the restaurant, along with the kids.
I kept the texts vague and in Mark’s usual style.
Let’s meet at the restaurant tomorrow. Bring the kids, it’ll be a nice surprise dinner for him.
Poor thing, she didn’t suspect a thing.
The next evening, Mark and I walked into the restaurant, hand in hand. He looked relaxed and confident, like a man who thought he had his life perfectly under control.
Then he saw Sarah and the kids sitting at the table.
His hand went limp in mine.
His face drained of color. For a moment, he just stood there, frozen, like a deer in headlights.
“Mark,” I said brightly, gesturing toward the table. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Sarah looked confused, glancing between the two of us. The kids just stared, too young to understand the tension.
“I’m Sabrina,” I said, turning to Sarah. “Mark’s wife…”
Sarah’s face crumpled in shock.
“What?
Really? He told me that you were divorced!”
I slid the divorce papers onto the table.
“Surprise, babe,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady. “You’re going to sign these.
And don’t even think about fighting me on it.”
Mark stammered, trying to explain.
“Sabrina, ‘Brina… please, I was going to tell you!”
“Tell me what?” I snapped, cutting him off. “That you’ve been lying to me for years? That you’ve been supporting a secret family behind my back?
That those kids are yours?”
The restaurant had gone completely silent. Diners were watching, but I didn’t care.
I turned to Sarah.
“I’m so sorry that you and these beautiful children got caught up in Mark’s lies. But now you know the truth.”
Sarah grabbed the kids and stormed out, her face a mix of fury and ultimate heartbreak.
Mark didn’t even try to stop her.
“You disgust me,” I said before walking out and leaving him to deal with the aftermath.
The divorce was brutal for Mark.
With the help of my lawyer, I made sure I got half of everything, including the beach house he’d been secretly planning to “surprise” Sarah with.
His double life unraveled completely. Sarah dumped him, and his reputation at work took a nosedive once word got out. Emma even quit, unable to work for someone she no longer respected.
As for me?
I walked away with my dignity, my freedom, and a fresh start.
Mark thought he could juggle two lives without consequences.
He thought that I’d never find out. But honestly, how could I have been so stupid?
Mark always worked longer hours than most people I knew. His boss was often sending him on business trips.
Or so he said.
So, every time my husband had walked out the door for “work” on weekends or over the holidays, he was really just seeing his other family.
The thought made me sick. For years, I had been sitting and waiting in the wings. I had been waiting for Mark to tell me he was ready to start having children.
And all for what?
Absolutely nothing.
I now live in a studio apartment, with a new black cat, like my namesake.
And I’m trying to figure out how to reclaim my life, once and for all.
I thought about getting revenge. But what good would that do? If anything, I feel sorry for Mark and Sarah’s children.
I still remember their smiles when they saw Mark. They had no business being sucked into this mess.
But that’s on Mark. And Sarah.
Source: amomama
