My Husband Left Me for My High School Friend After I Miscarried — Three Years Later, I Saw Them at a Gas Station and Couldn’t Stop Grinning

Anna let out a bitter laugh. “Sure. Just like you ‘weren’t’ cheating on Helena, right?”

Michael let out a frustrated groan as the gas station clerk handed his useless card back. “Unbelievable.”

“Yeah,” Anna snapped, shifting the baby in her arms. “It is unbelievable. You swore things were going to get better!”

“Oh, and you’re just so perfect?” He scoffed. “Maybe if you hadn’t maxed out every damn credit card—”

“Are you kidding me?” she hissed. “I gave up everything for you!”

I watched from the shadows of my car, barely containing my laughter.

Horns honked as their stalled-out junker blocked the pump. A couple of impatient drivers finally stepped out, rolling their eyes.

“Need a push, man?” one guy asked.

Michael clenched his jaw. “Yeah. Whatever.”

The men shoved the rusted heap to the side, leaving Anna standing there, red-faced and exhausted, jiggling a screaming baby on her hip.