I realized his betrayal was not a single mistake — it was a pattern, entrapping two women and two unborn children in the same web of lies.
I ended the marriage, not for revenge, but for self-respect. Unexpectedly, the other woman and I became allies, supporting each other and refusing to let his choices define our futures. He lost his carefully curated image.
We reclaimed our dignity. And as I feel my daughter move inside me, I know this: the truth didn’t break us — it freed us.