The birth of our daughter, Sarah, should have been joyous, but my husband, Alex, shattered it with a shocking accusation—he doubted her paternity. Hurt but determined, I agreed to a DNA test. Instead of support, his mother threatened to ruin me if the results weren’t in his favor.
Alex left to stay with his parents, leaving me alone to care for our newborn. My sister, Emily, helped me through the painful wait. When the test confirmed Sarah was his, Alex was stunned, but my anger boiled over. His betrayal had already damaged us.
When he learned of his mother’s threats, he was remorseful, but Emily made it clear—trust had been broken. His mother later berated me for “kicking him while he was down.” Days later, Alex returned, begging for forgiveness. I hesitated but agreed to try for Sarah’s sake.
Then, one night, I discovered texts on his phone. He’d been planning to leave me for a colleague. That morning, I filed for divorce. By the time Alex came home, I was gone. The proof sealed the case—I won the house, the car, and child support.
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