He lunged toward me, grabbing my hand. “Please, listen. It’s not what you think. I wanted to tell you—”
I yanked my hand away. “Not what I think? Then what? Did this baby appear out of thin air?”
My Choice
I steadied myself, my voice firm. “Fine. You have a son. But I still have my dignity. Divorce me. I will not live as the wife everyone pities.”Continue reading…