I came home expecting a quiet evening—what I got was a nightmare disguised as romance. My husband, Simon, had prepared a candlelit dinner. It was unusual for him, but sweet… or so I thought. He was nervous, off. After dinner and dishes, I joked, “Are you buttering me up for something?” His smile faltered. That’s when everything unraveled. “I made a mistake,” he said.
“I’ve been seeing someone at work… and she might be pregnant—with twins.” I felt like the floor disappeared under me. My mind raced, trying to process his betrayal—until he dropped one more bombshell. “She’s someone you know,” he added. Then, he made a call. The door creaked open. It was my sister. I fainted. When I came to, t
