I’m pregnant with baby number two and, like they say, the second pregnancy is more emotional. Turns out, it wasn’t the baby making me emotional—it was my husband.
Most of the time, I just wanted to relax, binge TV, and eat snacks. But my best friend, Ava, convinced me to go to a pottery place. While there, a woman shared a story about her boyfriend, Malcolm, missing the birth of their son because he was “babysitting” his niece, Tess—our daughter.
It hit me: Malcolm had fathered a child with this woman. My world crumbled as I realized my husband had been unfaithful. After confronting him, he admitted everything, and our marriage shattered.
Now, I’m focusing on my kids and starting fresh, with love, trust, and stability—something they deserve.
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