I met my husband in college, and we clicked right away. Years later, at our wedding, he met my old friend Anna, who’s a bit of a psychic and only visits from NYC now and then. A couple of years passed, and during her last visit, she hinted that my husband might be cheating. That idea just stuck with me.

I started getting paranoid, checking on him more, even snooping through his phone. When I finally confronted him, he just laughed it off, which made me even angrier because Anna had said he’d react exactly like that.

I was so upset I asked for a divorce and moved back in with my parents. At the same time, I hired a private investigator to find out the truth. In a couple of weeks, I had a call from him: my husband was in our favorite restaurant with another woman. So Anna was right! I rushed over there, ready to catch him red-handed. But what I saw there made me GASP. My husband was sitting with a woman who looked strikingly familiar—she was Anna.

My heart pounded as I approached the table, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Anna and my husband were deep in conversation, their faces serious. Neither noticed me standing there, mouth agape, until I cleared my throat.

“What’s going on here?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and confusion.

My husband looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. “Lisa, what are you doing here?”

Anna turned slowly, her expression unreadable. “Lisa, we need to talk.”

I couldn’t believe the audacity of it all. “Talk about what? You told me my husband was cheating, Anna! And now I find you two together?”

Anna sighed, her calm demeanor infuriating me even more. “Lisa, please sit down. There’s a lot you don’t know.”

Against my better judgment, I sat down, my mind racing with possible explanations. My husband reached out to take my hand, but I pulled away, glaring at both of them.

Anna started, “Lisa, when I visited last time, I had a vision. I saw your husband with another woman, but it wasn’t what you think.”

I crossed my arms, still furious. “Then what was it?”

Anna exchanged a look with my husband, who nodded slightly. She took a deep breath and continued, “The woman I saw was me. But it wasn’t an affair. Your husband reached out to me because he was worried about you.”

“Worried about me?” I scoffed. “That’s a new one.”

My husband finally spoke up, his voice earnest. “Lisa, you’ve been so stressed and paranoid lately. I didn’t know how to help you, so I asked Anna for advice. She suggested we meet to discuss ways to support you.”

I felt a wave of shame and confusion wash over me. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“We tried,” my husband said softly. “But you were so convinced I was cheating, you wouldn’t listen. Anna thought it might be better if we handled it discreetly, to avoid making things worse.”

Tears filled my eyes as the reality of the situation sank in. I’d been so quick to believe the worst, I hadn’t considered any other possibilities. “So you weren’t cheating on me?”

“No,” he replied, his eyes filled with sadness. “I was trying to save our marriage.”

Anna nodded, reaching out to touch my hand gently. “Lisa, I’m sorry for any pain I caused. I only wanted to help. When I told you about the vision, I hoped it would make you more aware of the situation, not drive you to this point.”

I felt a mixture of relief and regret. “I should have trusted you,” I whispered, looking at my husband. “I’m so sorry.”

“We both made mistakes,” he said, his voice soothing. “But we can work through this, if you’re willing.”

I nodded, wiping away my tears. “I am. I just want to fix things.”

Anna smiled softly. “I’ll be here to help, in any way I can. You two deserve to be happy together.”

As I left the restaurant with my husband, I felt a renewed sense of hope. The path to healing wouldn’t be easy, but I knew we could make it through. And I learned an invaluable lesson about trust and communication, one that would strengthen our relationship for years to come.