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.”
He lunged toward me, grabbing my hand. “Please, listen. It’s not what you think. I wanted to tell you—”
The silence that followed was louder than any confession. His downcast eyes said more than words ever could.
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.”
Panic flashed across his face. “No! Please, think of our family. Think of my parents…”
I looked him squarely in the eye. “The one who never thought of this family… was you.”
With that, I turned and walked out. Behind me, I heard the baby’s cries, my husband’s desperate pleas, and my mother-in-law’s sobs. But I did not stop.
Each step forward burned with a single thought: I will start again. I will rebuild my life. And I will never look back.
The Lesson
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