I asked the woman if her boyfriend’s name was truly Malcolm, and when she confirmed, I showed her a photo of my family. Her expression shifted instantly. “Your husband? But he’s the father of my child, too.” The room around me blurred. What began as a casual evening out unraveled my world. Malcolm had been living a double life — cheating on me and fathering another child.
That night, I barely held myself together. Today, I confronted him. He confessed. With just weeks until I give birth, I’m left picking up the pieces, balancing heartbreak with strength. Now, between chocolate-fueled moments and searching for a divorce lawyer, I’m focused on rebuilding a life where trust and peace can one day return — not just for me, but for my children.