My husband was away on a business trip, but when I visited my in-laws, I was shocked to see baby diapers hanging all over the garden.

Could it be… that my husband has fathered a child outside of our marriage?

I sank into a chair, my gaze fixed on the baby. Its forehead, its eyes – the resemblance was unmistakable. My throat tightened as my mother-in-law held the child with trembling arms.

“Mom… what’s wrong?” I asked urgently. Tears welled up in her eyes as she confessed:

“This child… belongs to John. We didn’t want to keep it a secret forever, but his father said, ‘Wait for the right time.’ We never thought you would appear so suddenly…”

My world collapsed. His travels, his excuses… all just a facade for this terrible truth.

“And the baby’s mother?” I asked, my voice trembling. She lowered her gaze.

“She abandoned the baby and disappeared… Poor John was fighting all alone, so…” She couldn’t finish because the gate creaked open. Familiar footsteps echoed. My husband came in, suitcase in hand, his face pale when he saw me.

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