Weeks later, reality hit. Her health worsened, and doctors confirmed what I already knew. By then, I had already separated from him, knowing our marriage could not survive such betrayal.
But when he was finally confronted with the truth — when the same diagnosis reached him — he collapsed. Tears streamed down his face as he begged, “Forgive me… please don’t abandon me.”
“You don’t owe me your remorse,” I told him coldly. “The one you should be apologizing to is our daughter.”
Then I walked away.
Life After Betrayal
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