The atmosphere at my husband’s funeral was heavy with grief, the quiet whispers of condolences blending with the scent of fresh earth. I couldn’t bring myself to leave his grave, standing frozen in sorrow over the man I had loved so deeply.
As I lingered, my eyes caught sight of an elderly woman nearby, cradling a tiny baby in her arms. A wave of confusion swept over me. Who was she, and what connection did she have to my husband?
With trembling resolve, I approached her and asked, “Who are you to my husband?” Her response was like a blow. “To him, I’m no one,” she said softly, her voice full of sadness. “But this child is his. He can no longer be with the mother. Only you can raise him. Please!”
The ground seemed to fall away beneath me. My mind spun in disbelief. The man I had trusted with all my heart had fathered a child with another woman. A flood of emotions surged through me—anger, hurt, and disbelief.
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