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.

My heart shattered. All my love, my trust, all my sacrifices – burned to ashes.

A bitter laugh escaped me:

– So all these years I was just a puppet while you led a double life – my husband, the father of another child.
He rushed towards me and desperately grabbed my hand:

– Please, listen to me, it’s not what you think… I wanted to tell you, but…
I jerked my hand away, my eyes sparkling:

“Not the way I think?! Then what? Did this baby fall from the sky?”
The silence was unbearable. My mother-in-law wanted to say something, but I raised my hand to calm her down. I needed the truth straight from him.

“How long did you intend to keep this from me? Until the baby calls me ‘aunt’? Or until I can’t have any more children and you use that as an excuse to get rid of me?” He lowered his head in silence. That silence was the cruelest confession of all.

I took a deep breath, my voice calm and determined:

– Fine. You have a son, but I still have my dignity. Get a divorce. I refuse to live as the pitiable wife everyone pities against.

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