she returned and asked to see me. I froze when I saw her; she had beco me a mother. She introduced me to her little boy… He was three. Then,
she asked me to sit. With a heavy heart, she told me the truth—her child was my husband’s son. They had a brief fling while I was busy preparing for my wedding. My whole world shattered. I had never suspected a thing. It felt like a terrible nightmare, but it was real. I went home and asked for a divorce immediately. Now, I can’t trust anyone—not a husband, not a friend.
