When I divorced my husband of 12 years, I was so depressed. My friend Ava took me in.
She saved my life.8 years later, I ran into my ex. The first thing he asked:
“Are you still friends with Ava?” I nodded. He smirked.He said,
“So you still don’t know that she’s the one who ruined our marriage?”�
I froze when he revealed that the woman he’d had a brief affair with—the one that led to our divorce—
was Ava.It turns out Ava had felt so guilty for destroying my marriage that she tried to make,
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