The day my son was born should have been the happiest of my life. Instead, it marked the unraveling of my marriage. Ethan and I had been married for 21 years, much of it spent battling infertility. Over time, his support faded, replaced by late nights and secretive phone calls. When I decided to try one last time at 40, Ethan barely reacted. Against all odds, I got pregnant, but he remained distant.
When our son was born, Ethan refused to be in the delivery room. Hours later, he arrived—and shattered me with his first words: “Are you sure this one’s mine?” He accused me of infidelity, citing “proof” from his mother, who claimed I had faked the birth.
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Devastated, I called my best friend Lily, who quickly discovered Ethan visiting another woman. With Lily’s urging, I hired a private investigator, Lydia, who uncovered the truth: Ethan had married me for my inheritance, siphoning money for years to support another family. Worse, he had sabotaged my fertility treatments.
I confronted Ethan with the evidence and served him divorce papers. Two weeks later, the divorce was finalized. I kept the house, the businesses, and most importantly, my son, Liam.
As I rocked him to sleep, I whispered, “I’ll make sure you always know your worth.”