In the end, I decided to stay. Not because I forgave my husband — I didn’t. I simply didn’t have the strength to battle both heartbreak and pregnancy at the same time. I told myself I would focus on my child first and decide the rest later.
Months passed, and I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. The moment I held him, everything else temporarily faded away. My dad arrived at the hospital soon after. He took my hand, looked me in the eye, and said, “It’s time for you to know the truth. Your husband is the most disgusting person on Earth to me. I want you to divorce him right now. We’ll help you with the baby.”
I was stunned. “But you said you cheated on Mom and that I should stay?”
He let out a long, tired sigh. “I never cheated on your mom. I lied because I didn’t want you to go through all that stress while you were pregnant. I just wanted you and the baby to be safe. Now that you’re both fine, we can deal with your husband properly.”
I still don’t know exactly how to feel about it. But that lie — strange, awkward, and unexpected — was probably the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.
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