My wife—now my ex—was two months pregnant when she confessed that she cheated on me years before we got married.
We’ve been married 8 years. She said she wanted a “clean start” before becoming parents. I asked the question that shattered everything: Was the baby even mine?
Hours later, she suffered a miscarriage. The doctor said it wasn’t forced, possibly emotional shock. While she was in the hospital, I told her maybe it was for the best—because a child would’ve made divorce harder.
I loved her. But I couldn’t trust her anymore. If she hid a betrayal for nearly a decade, what else could she hide?
We agreed to a mutual divorce—no court, no property battles, no children involved. She signed the papers at her father’s house. We hugged one last time, and I told her I respected her honesty—but I couldn’t forgive the cheating.
The papers are filed. I’ve started therapy. It still hurts, but I refuse to repeat the cycle of infidelity I grew up around.
Sometimes love isn’t enough without trust.
