Because rewriting my character was easier than owning their betrayal. Let me tell you something about people who cheat and the ones who help them do it:They don’t want the truth.They want a story. And in order to live inside that story without choking on their guilt, they need a villain.That’s where I came in. I was the wife.The mother.The one holding our home together while he unraveled.But in their story?I had to be the problem.Too angry.Too jealous.Too boring.Too emotional.Too much.Too little.Too something. Because if I were human—if I were loyal, good, patient, and hurting—then they were the bad guys.And that’s a truth they couldn’t bear to carry. So they…