{"id":32675,"date":"2026-03-26T10:41:38","date_gmt":"2026-03-26T10:41:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675"},"modified":"2026-03-26T10:41:38","modified_gmt":"2026-03-26T10:41:38","slug":"my-husband-cheated-in-secret-so-i-destroyed-his-perfect-image-in-front-of-300-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675","title":{"rendered":"My Husband Cheated in Secret, So I Destroyed His Perfect Image in Front of 300 People"},"content":{"rendered":"

Part 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

My name is Claire Bennett, and until the week everything collapsed, I thought I had built the kind of life people quietly envied. I owned a successful interior design firm in Chicago. My projects were featured in local magazines, my calendar was booked six months out, and my clients trusted me with the kind of spaces that reflected their wealth, taste, and secrets. I was proud of what I had built because none of it had been handed to me. Yes, my father had introduced me to people early on, but I kept those relationships through skill, reliability, and years of delivering exactly what I promised.<\/p>\n

My husband, Ethan Bennett, liked to tell people we were a \u201cpower couple.\u201d He was an investment executive with polished manners, a calm smile, and the kind of voice that made people believe him before he had said anything meaningful. At corporate events, he praised my eye for detail and my instincts with people. In private, he was more distant than he used to be, but I blamed stress, travel, and the slow erosion that happens in marriages people are too busy to repair.<\/p>\n

The first crack appeared in the laundry.<\/p>\n

I found a hotel receipt tucked inside the pocket of one of Ethan\u2019s dress shirts, folded so small it looked intentional. It was from a boutique hotel near the river, charged on a Thursday afternoon when he had told me he was in Naperville meeting investors. There was also a handwritten note on heavy cream stationery. It wasn\u2019t signed, but it didn\u2019t need to be. \u201cSame room next week. Don\u2019t make me miss you twice.\u201d I stared at those words so long they stopped looking like language.<\/p>\n

I told myself there had to be an explanation. Then I found three more receipts over the next ten days. One included dry cleaning for a silk blouse that was not mine. Another had the initials \u201cV.S.\u201d written across the top. Vanessa Stone worked under Ethan. Young, sharp, eager, always laughing a little too hard at his jokes.<\/p>\n

But betrayal was only the beginning.<\/p>\n

One Sunday night, while Ethan showered upstairs, I opened our shared office computer to print a presentation deck. His email was already open. I saw a thread between Ethan and his business partner, Martin Doyle. The subject line read: \u201cTransition Plan.\u201d I clicked because I thought it had something to do with a property investment. Instead, I found page after page detailing how they planned to move several of my largest clients into a private consulting entity they were quietly forming. Clients I had introduced them to. Clients who trusted me. Clients connected to my family name, my reputation, my labor.<\/p>\n

One line made my hands go cold: \u201cOnce Claire\u2019s network is fully integrated, we can reduce her visibility and phase her out without much noise.\u201d<\/p>\n

I kept reading, numb, until I saw the guest list for Ethan\u2019s annual company dinner at Meridian Club. Three hundred people. Investors. Media. Clients. My clients.<\/p>\n

And that was the exact moment I stopped thinking like a wife and started thinking like a witness.<\/p>\n

Because by the time Ethan stepped onto that stage to praise me in front of Chicago\u2019s elite, I had already decided I wouldn\u2019t be the one leaving quietly.<\/p>\n

What he didn\u2019t know was that I had found something else\u2014something so explosive it could destroy far more than his marriage. But should I reveal it that night… or wait until I understood who else was involved?<\/p>\n

Part 2<\/strong><\/p>\n

I did not scream, break glasses, or throw Ethan out the moment I discovered what he had done. That would have made him cautious. Men like Ethan survive on control, and panic only teaches them to hide better. So I did the opposite. I stayed calm. I watched. I copied every email thread I could access, photographed receipts, downloaded meeting notes, and forwarded documents to a new encrypted account I created from my phone in the back of a car service. Then I called a divorce attorney named Naomi Keller, one of the sharpest litigators in the city, and asked for the earliest appointment she had.<\/p>\n

Naomi didn\u2019t waste words. After reviewing the first batch of emails, she looked at me and said, \u201cYou are not dealing with a simple affair. You are dealing with financial misconduct, misrepresentation, and coordinated business theft. From this moment on, you document everything.\u201d That sentence steadied me. It gave shape to the chaos. I was no longer a humiliated wife trying to understand why her husband had betrayed her. I was a plaintiff preparing a case.<\/p>\n

The Meridian Club dinner was four days away. Ethan expected me to attend, smile, and absorb another public tribute to our \u201cpartnership.\u201d He had no idea I had worked with the club\u2019s event wing before. Two years earlier, I had redesigned a private dining suite there and spent weeks coordinating with their audiovisual staff. I knew how the ballroom was run, where presentations were loaded, who handled playback, and how much people missed when they assumed a decorative woman in heels couldn\u2019t possibly understand technical systems.<\/p>\n

I arrived at the dinner in a black gown Ethan had once said made me look \u201cuntouchable.\u201d For once, he was right. The ballroom glittered with crystal light and expensive self-importance. Men in tailored suits spoke in measured tones about markets and acquisitions. Women in silk and diamonds exchanged names, schools, charities, and real estate gossip. Waiters floated through the room balancing champagne like choreography. I recognized at least fifteen people whose homes I had designed and eight more whose referrals had grown my business. I also recognized Vanessa across the room, standing beside Martin with a smile so tense it looked painted on.<\/p>\n

Ethan kissed my cheek and thanked me for coming. I smiled back. \u201cWouldn\u2019t miss it,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

When his speech began, the room softened into silence. Ethan stood under a wash of warm light and spoke about vision, trust, partnership, loyalty. Then he started talking about me. He thanked me for being the woman who supported his ambition, the woman whose grace strengthened his career, the woman who understood sacrifice. Every lie came out smoother than the last. A few people even turned toward me admiringly, as if I were proof of his character.<\/p>\n

That was my cue.<\/p>\n

At exactly 8:17 p.m., the slide behind him changed.<\/p>\n

The company logo disappeared. In its place appeared a screenshot of a text thread between Ethan and Vanessa. The first message was suggestive. The second was explicit. The third mentioned the hotel. Then came another slide. Another receipt. Another message. Another email about moving my clients. Another line from Martin: \u201cOnce her contacts are secured, she becomes unnecessary.\u201d<\/p>\n

For three full seconds, nobody moved.<\/p>\n

Then the room broke.<\/p>\n

Gasps. Whispering. A dropped glass. Someone near the front actually stepped backward as if scandal itself might be contagious. Ethan turned to the screen, then back to the audience, white with shock. Martin looked like he wanted to vanish into the carpet. Vanessa froze at her table, one hand gripping the stem of her wine glass so tightly I thought it might snap.<\/p>\n

I stood, picked up my clutch, and walked toward the aisle. Ethan said my name into the microphone, but his voice cracked. I turned only once. \u201cMartin,\u201d I said clearly, loud enough for the nearest tables to hear, \u201cyou\u2019ve been handling enough of my husband\u2019s responsibilities already. You can finish the presentation.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I walked out.<\/p>\n

I expected fallout. I did not expect the speed of it.<\/p>\n

By morning, Naomi had filed emergency motions tied to our marital finances and sent preservation notices related to Ethan\u2019s firm and the consulting shell company. But the real surprise came that afternoon when forensic review uncovered payments from Ethan\u2019s corporate budget to a vendor that barely existed. The company was registered through layers of paperwork, yet one name kept surfacing around it: Vanessa Stone.<\/p>\n

At first, I thought that proved she was deeper in the scheme than I knew.<\/p>\n

Then, two nights later, she called me from a private number, crying so hard I almost hung up because it sounded theatrical.<\/p>\n

What she said next changed everything.<\/p>\n

\u201cClaire,\u201d she whispered, \u201cI need you to know Ethan lied to both of us… and if I give you what I have, he could go down for much more than you think.\u201d<\/p>\n

Part 3<\/strong><\/p>\n

I almost ended the call the moment I heard Vanessa\u2019s voice. In my mind, she was the woman who had slept with my husband, smiled in my face, and stood inside the collapse of my marriage. But something in her tone stopped me. It was not flirtation, not manipulation, not the nervous performance of someone trying to save herself. It was fear. Deep, exhausted fear.<\/p>\n

We met the next morning in a small caf\u00e9 in River North, far enough from downtown finance offices to avoid attention. Vanessa arrived without makeup, in a plain wool coat, carrying a folder so tightly against her chest that her knuckles looked colorless. She did not defend herself. She did not ask for sympathy. She simply told me the truth.<\/p>\n

Ethan had pursued her aggressively for months, first as a mentor, then as something else. When she tried to pull away, he threatened her job, hinted he could damage her reputation, and pressured her into helping move invoices through a vendor structure he described as \u201ctemporary and strategic.\u201d The shell entity tied to her name had been set up using documents he told her were routine. Some of them, she admitted, she had signed without fully reading because she was afraid. Worse, Ethan had implied that if any internal questions surfaced, he would make it appear she had acted alone.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was stupid,\u201d she said, eyes fixed on the table. \u201cBut I wasn\u2019t running the scheme. He was building an exit route with my name on it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then she handed me everything she had: messages, voice notes, payment records, a scanned agreement, and one recording that made Naomi sit up straight the moment she heard it. In that audio, Ethan was unmistakable. He spoke about using my client network as leverage, joked about \u201cphasing me out elegantly,\u201d and told Vanessa that if she stayed cooperative, she would be \u201cprotected when the numbers started moving.\u201d Martin\u2019s voice appeared too, calm and practical, discussing revenue projections tied to accounts they had no legal right to touch.<\/p>\n

That evidence changed the case from ugly to devastating.<\/p>\n

Naomi coordinated with forensic accountants and filed a civil action that hit Ethan\u2019s firm from three directions: financial misuse, tortious interference with business relationships, and conspiracy related to client diversion. At the same time, the divorce proceedings became far less flexible for him. Ethan tried the usual strategies first. He denied intent. He called the emails \u201cout of context.\u201d He accused me of overreacting. He suggested I was emotional, unstable, vindictive. None of it worked. Every time his attorneys built a version of events that softened him, another document surfaced and crushed it.<\/p>\n

Publicly, his company tried to contain the damage. Privately, investors panicked. Clients asked questions they had every right to ask. Several of the people Ethan and Martin had targeted called me directly after the Meridian incident and after rumors began circulating. I told them the truth carefully, backed by documents, never dramatizing what the evidence already proved. Most of them stayed with me. Some apologized for not seeing earlier signs. One said, \u201cClaire, we were introduced through your work. We trusted them because we trusted you.\u201d<\/p>\n

That sentence meant more to me than any settlement.<\/p>\n

In the end, Ethan lost almost everything he had gambled for. The civil case resolved with severe penalties against the firm and financial concessions he had spent months trying to avoid. He was forced out of his role. Martin disappeared from public view soon after. The client-transfer plan died before it could mature. My divorce was finalized on terms far better than Ethan expected, not because I screamed louder, but because I documented better.<\/p>\n

Vanessa left Chicago within a few months. We were never friends, and I would never rewrite what happened into something noble. But I did tell Naomi to note her cooperation fully. Accountability matters. So does accuracy.<\/p>\n

As for me, I rebuilt without starting over. That is an important difference. I kept my name, my clients, and my standards. Within a year, I expanded my firm into a larger studio in Fulton Market. The irony was almost cinematic: Meridian Club asked me to redesign their main ballroom after a renovation committee change. I accepted. Not because I wanted revenge preserved in architecture, but because I wanted the room where I had been publicly humiliated and privately reborn to reflect my taste, not his memory.<\/p>\n

People still ask whether I planned that night at Meridian out of anger. The honest answer is no. Anger burns hot and fast. What carried me through was clarity. Clarity made me save the evidence, call the lawyer, hold my expression, choose my timing, and protect what was mine before confronting what was his.<\/p>\n

Ethan thought betrayal would leave me broken, embarrassed, and silent. Instead, it left me precise.<\/p>\n

If this story hit you hard, comment your thoughts, share it with a friend, and follow for more true-life drama.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Part 1 My name is Claire Bennett, and until the week everything collapsed, I thought I had built the kind of life people quietly envied. I owned a successful interior design firm in Chicago. My projects were featured in local magazines, my calendar was booked six months out, and my clients trusted me with the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":32681,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32675","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\nMy Husband Cheated in Secret, So I Destroyed His Perfect Image in Front of 300 People - Purposeful Days<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"My Husband Cheated in Secret, So I Destroyed His Perfect Image in Front of 300 People - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Part 1 My name is Claire Bennett, and until the week everything collapsed, I thought I had built the kind of life people quietly envied. I owned a successful interior design firm in Chicago. My projects were featured in local magazines, my calendar was booked six months out, and my clients trusted me with the […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-03-26T10:41:38+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Canh_can_canh_202603261740.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Phong Nguyen\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Phong Nguyen\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"10 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675\",\"name\":\"My Husband Cheated in Secret, So I Destroyed His Perfect Image in Front of 300 People - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Canh_can_canh_202603261740.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-03-26T10:41:38+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Canh_can_canh_202603261740.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Canh_can_canh_202603261740.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"My Husband Cheated in Secret, So I Destroyed His Perfect Image in Front of 300 People\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"Purposeful Days\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\",\"name\":\"Phong Nguyen\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Phong Nguyen\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=3\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"My Husband Cheated in Secret, So I Destroyed His Perfect Image in Front of 300 People - Purposeful Days","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"My Husband Cheated in Secret, So I Destroyed His Perfect Image in Front of 300 People - Purposeful Days","og_description":"Part 1 My name is Claire Bennett, and until the week everything collapsed, I thought I had built the kind of life people quietly envied. I owned a successful interior design firm in Chicago. My projects were featured in local magazines, my calendar was booked six months out, and my clients trusted me with the […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-03-26T10:41:38+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Canh_can_canh_202603261740.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Phong Nguyen","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Phong Nguyen","Est. reading time":"10 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675","name":"My Husband Cheated in Secret, So I Destroyed His Perfect Image in Front of 300 People - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Canh_can_canh_202603261740.jpg","datePublished":"2026-03-26T10:41:38+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Canh_can_canh_202603261740.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Canh_can_canh_202603261740.jpg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=32675#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"My Husband Cheated in Secret, So I Destroyed His Perfect Image in Front of 300 People"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"Purposeful Days","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951","name":"Phong Nguyen","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Phong Nguyen"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=3"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32675","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=32675"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32675\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32684,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32675\/revisions\/32684"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/32681"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=32675"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=32675"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=32675"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}