When It All Fell Apart
It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.]
The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?]
Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom.
"And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while youâve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!"
Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for businessâignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup.
Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food.
[I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. Heâs the best!]
I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, Iâm finally ready to let go.