Fury surged inside me. “Your so-called business trip to England—was that just a cover? Were you here, caring for your child outside of our marriage?”
The room fell silent. My mother-in-law clutched the baby tightly. My father-in-law stood frozen at the door. Sweat beaded on my husband’s forehead.
After a long, suffocating pause, he finally nodded.
My heart splintered. Years of love, trust, and sacrifice crumbled in that single moment.
The Breaking Point
A bitter laugh escaped me. “So all this time, I was nothing but a wife in name, while you lived a double life—husband to me, father to someone else’s child.”Continue reading…
