My husband and I have been married for 7 years. We lived well, even very well. My husband was engaged in business, and I worked for pleasure. But for 7 years we had no children. Once my husband ordered us a month-long vacation abroad at a luxury resort. I was very happy about it. But a couple of days before the trip, my husband said that he had urgent negotiations on which our future could depend, and that I should go without him. Of course, I was upset, because I had already planned all the days and imagined us together in this paradise. He suggested that I go with my best friend so that I wouldn’t be bored, and she could go somewhere.
My friend’s life was not easy. Her mother loved to cry and did not pay enough attention to her, did not care about her education. She got pregnant after high school and had to get married. And her husband also liked to come over, and then he would make scandals. When I told her, she was very happy and grateful to my husband. A month later, we arrived, my husband met me at the airport by car, a wonderful candlelit gala dinner was waiting for me at home, and rose petals were scattered on our bed. In short, everything was perfect.
After 2 weeks, I told my husband that I was pregnant. He was very happy. And when I started having contractions and was in the hospital, a friend ran to my husband and told him that I had been out for a month, that I had an affair, and that the child was not his. When I found out about it, I thought that I was done, that no one would meet me on the day of discharge and I would have nowhere to go with the baby. It turned out to be the opposite. My husband came to us, saw the girl, realized that she did not look like him, but took her and raised her as his own. And that day he chased his girlfriend away and told her to forget about us!
