After twelve years of marriage, my world fell apart when Mark and I divorced. My best friend Ava took me in and helped me through the darkest time of my life.
Eight years later, I ran into Mark, who cruelly revealed he’d once slept with Ava. When I confronted her, her silence confirmed it. She confessed it happened
right after the divorce—just once, in a moment of pain. I felt deeply betrayed, but I also couldn’t ignore how much she had supported me since. We met at the
park where our friendship began, and I told her, “You hurt me… but you also helped me survive.”
Forgiveness didn’t erase the wound, but it let love stay where pain once lived.