I didn’t say a word when my husband’s mistress slapped me in the courthouse hallwayNot even the instinctive flinch they were waiting forI just smiled.Daniel stood a few steps away, rigid and distant, and instead of stepping in, he lowered his eyes and muttered, “Just let it go.”That was the moment they decided who I was.They had already written the ending in their heads.What they didn’t understand—what they couldn’t possibly imagine—was that the story had never been theirs to control.