In that moment, I felt a renewed power. I wasn’t the ignored woman behind a waitress’s uniform; I was Clara Bennett, the wife who had built a life and was now reclaiming what was hers. Victoria left discreetly, as the murmurs turned into applause of support for me, some even from Richard’s old friends.
The night ended with Richard alone, facing the consequences of his decisions. I left among the guests, head held high, certain that the truth had prevailed. I would never again allow anyone to erase me from my own life.
“If you have ever felt that your love and effort have been ignored, share your story and show that the truth always comes to light
