My Husband Left Me After 39 Years of Marriage – After Three Weeks, His New Wife Told Me Something That Made My Knees Go Weak

“Who?”

“Claire.”

I laughed once.

“I want to spend the time I have left with the person I love.”

Not because it was funny, but because Claire had always seemed like an ordinary coworker.

“Your coworker?”

“She understands me, Greta. More than you.”

“I’ve known you since you owned one suit and thought canned soup counted as dinner.”

“Knowing my habits isn’t the same as knowing me.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Long enough.”

“Your coworker?”

“That isn’t an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting, Greta.”

The front door opened.

“Mom? Dad?” Hanna, my daughter, called. “We brought groceries.”

She entered carrying two paper bags. Steven, my son, followed with bottled water.

They stopped when they saw the pills scattered near my feet.