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

Betrayal always seemed like something that happened in dramatic stories or whispered gossip, not something that would touch my own life. But I learned the hard way that sometimes, the people you trust the most can be the ones who hurt you the deepest.

For five years, Michael and I built what I thought was a strong, loving marriage. We had a simple but beautiful life— the kind of quiet, everyday love that felt secure. And through it all, my best friend, Anna, was always there—my rock, my confidante, the sister I never had.

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So as I found out I was pregnant, I believed it was the next chapter of our happiness.

However something in Michael shifted. Initially, it was small things—staying late at work more often, distracted replies, a lack of warmth in his eyes. Then, it became undeniable. He barely looked at me. Conversations turned into awkward silences. At night, he rolled over without a word, as if the space between us was intentional.

I felt like I was losing him, but I didn’t understand the reason. I was exhausted, emotional, and desperate to fix whatever was wrong.

So I turned to Anna.

“I don’t know what’s happening. It’s like he’s already gone.”

“Hel, you’re overthinking,” she reassured me gently. “He loves you. It’s just stress.”

I wanted to believe her.

But no matter how much I tried to push the doubts away, the loneliness, the tension, and the sinking feeling in my stomach never faded.

Then, the worst happened.

That morning, I woke up with a strange pain in my stomach. By the time evening came, I was lying in a hospital bed, staring at the ceiling while a doctor spoke in a soft, careful tone.

There was no heartbeat.

No baby.

Grief crushed me, swallowing me whole. I was lost in my pain, barely able to function.

But Michael was already gone.

He sat beside me in the hospital, silent and cold. He never held my hand, never comforted me. He barely even looked at me. It was as if the miscarriage had given him permission to detach completely.

And a month later, he did.

“I’m not happy anymore, Helena.”

No explanation. No apologies. Just an emotionless confession, like he was checking something off a list.

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“I’m not happy anymore, Helena.”

I stared at him across the kitchen table, my chest tightening. “What?” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.

Michael exhaled, rubbing his temples like I was the one being unreasonable. “I just… I don’t feel the same. It’s been this way for a while.”

A lump formed in my throat. “Since the baby?”

His expression didn’t change. “It’s not about that.”

It wasn’t about the baby? That was a lie.

But instead of arguing, I just sat there, waiting for any sign of regret. There was none.

“So, that’s it? Five years, and you’re just… done?” My hands clenched under the table.

Michael sighed, impatient. “I don’t want to fight, Helena.”

I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Oh, you don’t want to fight? That’s funny because I don’t remember getting a say in any of this.”

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He grabbed his keys. “I’ll be staying somewhere else for a while.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Anna disappeared, too. She stopped answering my calls. She blocked me on every platform. She vanished overnight.

It wasn’t until weeks later that I learned the truth.

My mother called me one evening, hesitant. “Helena, sweetheart… I need you to check something.”

She sent me a link to Anna’s Instagram.

And there they were.

Michael and Anna, arms wrapped around each other, laughing on a beach like they hadn’t destroyed someone to get there.

The pictures had been posted for weeks. While I was still legally married to him. While I was still grieving.

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It broke me. But it also fueled me.

Michael had left, believing he could walk away without consequences. But he had underestimated me. He had left behind a trail of proof—messages, bank statements, undeniable evidence of his affair.

By the time the divorce was finalized, I had the house, half of our savings, and the satisfaction of knowing he had to start from scratch.

It wasn’t easy to rebuild my life. But I did.

And a year later, I met Daniel.

He was kind. Gentle. When I told him everything, he didn’t flinch. He just held me close and whispered, “You deserved so much better.”

We built something real. And when our daughter was born, I finally understood what true happiness felt like.

Then, three years after my world had fallen apart, I walked into a gas station and saw Michael and Anna again.

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They looked nothing like the glowing couple in those Instagram posts.

Their car was barely holding together, rusted and beaten down. Anna looked exhausted, rocking a screaming baby while Michael stood at the register, swiping his card.

Declined.

“Just try it again,” he snapped at the cashier.

“Sir, I’ve tried it three times.”

Anna stormed up to him, seething. “Are you serious? We don’t even have gas money?”

“I told you things are tight,” Michael muttered. “Maybe if you stopped spending so damn much—”

“Oh, I’m the problem?” she hissed. “Maybe if you kept a damn job instead of flirting with cashiers—”

Michael clenched his jaw. “That’s not what I was doing,”

Anna laughed bitterly. “Sure. Just like you ‘weren’t’ ch-eat-ing on Helena, right?”

I walked past them, my heart light. Karma had finally caught up.

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Horns blared as their stalled car blocked the pump. A couple of frustrated drivers got out, shaking their heads.

“Need a push, man?” one man asked, his tone impatient.

Michael clenched his jaw, his frustration clear. “Yeah. Whatever.”

With an exasperated sigh, the men pushed the old car aside, leaving Anna standing there, her face flushed with frustration as she juggled the crying baby.

Michael, now looking even more worn out, kicked the side of the car. “This is your fault, you know.”

Anna let out a bitter chuckle, shaking her head. “My fault?”

She turned to him, her voice dripping with resentment. “You want to know the truth, Michael?”

Michael crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. “Oh, this should be good.”

Anna let out another humorless laugh, her voice laced with exhaustion. “I think Helena got the better end of the deal.”

I watched for just a moment longer, letting the scene burn into my memory.

Then, with a smile tugging at my lips, I got into my car, started the engine, and drove away—towards my real happiness.

Simon Cowell Shocks Fans: His $600 Million Fortune Won’t Go to His Son

Simon Cowell is known for being a tough and brutally honest judge on TV talent shows. He is a producer and the creator of popular shows like *The X Factor* and *America’s Got Talent*, and he has done very well for himself throughout his career. Despite his tough TV persona, Simon Cowell is now a caring father. He has said that none of his $600 million fortune will go to his son, Eric. Instead, he plans to donate all of it to charity.

Simon Cowell is a very successful entertainment business owner, producer, and TV personality, known for judging talent competitions in both the UK and the United States. Now, he can add another role to his list: he is a father. Cowell became a father in 2014, a moment that he says changed him as a person. However, before the birth of his son, Eric, he mentioned in an interview that none of his $600 million fortune would be passed on to his son. He believes that passing down wealth to the next generation is not the right thing to do.

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“I’m going to leave my money to someone—probably a charity, like kids and dogs,” Simon Cowell said in 2013. He believes in leaving a legacy instead of just passing down money to his son. Cowell thinks that helping his son develop a successful career is more important than giving him a lot of money.

“The goal is to give people opportunities so they can succeed, and to share your knowledge with them,” he explained. Simon Cowell’s net worth is around $600 million, and he plans to donate all of it to charity. He hasn’t decided which charity yet, but he mentioned it will likely be related to children or dogs.

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Simon Cowell is not the only celebrity who has said their money will go to charity instead of their children. Famous TV anchor Anderson Cooper shares similar views. He welcomed his child via surrogacy in 2020 and said, “I don’t believe in passing on huge amounts of money. I’m not that interested in money, but I don’t plan to have a pot of gold for my son. My parents taught me that college will be paid for, and then he needs to get to work.”

One of the world’s richest people, Microsoft founder Bill Gates, has also promised that his children won’t inherit his billions. Most of his wealth, along with that of his ex-wife Melinda Gates, will go to the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. This foundation aims to eliminate poverty, hunger, and disease worldwide. Gates explained, “It’s not a favor to kids to give them huge sums of wealth. It can distort their path.”

Other celebrities who also believe in not passing down wealth include Jackie Chan, Mark Zuckerberg, Warren Buffett, Gordon Ramsay, Ashton Kutcher, Mila Kunis, and Sir Elton John. Zuckerberg and his wife said on Facebook, “We have a moral responsibility to all children in the next generation. Our main focuses will be personalized learning, curing disease, connecting people, and building strong communities.”

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