I was convinced that my family’s happiness was unshakable. Ten years of marriage seemed like a solid foundation, and this autumn, my husband and I planned to celebrate our anniversary. A cozy restaurant gazebo was booked, and gifts were prepared. But one unexpected discovery turned my life upside down.
As before, my husband came home late from work, explaining that he had been watching a football match with colleagues. This didn’t raise any suspicions—I had always given him freedom. Late at night, he came home quite drunk and fell asleep the moment he reached the bed. His phone remained on the bedside table and, as if on purpose, kept vibrating with incoming messages.
I had never checked his phone. There was no reason to. But that evening, an odd sense of unease overtook me. The screen lit up, and I caught a glimpse of a single sentence from a message: **”I miss you so much, my kitty.”**
Everything inside me shattered. I didn’t even try to find words or cause a scene. I simply waited until morning and handed him his phone. A flash of realization crossed his face—he knew everything had been exposed, and no excuses would help.
I couldn’t ignore it. I needed to know who she was. It turned out she was the wife of a well-known businessman in our city. A woman who, it seemed, had everything—family, status, money. But apparently, loyalty was not among her virtues.
I debated for a long time whether I should tell her husband, but in the end, I decided he had the right to know the truth. His reaction was predictable—at first, he refused to believe it. **“She couldn’t have done this! We’ve been together for 15 years, we have two children!”** he exclaimed. But when he confronted her himself, her response was more telling than any words—she didn’t even try to justify herself, just stayed silent. Their family collapsed in an instant. She left to stay with her parents, ending up with nothing.
My divorce process was quick. I couldn’t stay with a man who had betrayed me. It felt like the end. But fate always leaves room for a new chapter.
A few months later, I unexpectedly met Michael, the husband of that woman. We ran into each other at a shopping mall, and he invited me for coffee. It was a long conversation between two people who had experienced betrayal. We understood each other without words. Our meetings became regular, and after six months, we realized we wanted to be together.
With Michael, I felt true happiness. And soon, I found out I was pregnant. For many years in my previous marriage, my husband and I had tried to have a child but without success. It turned out, the problem was not with me…
Now I have a strong family, a loving husband, and a child—everything I once dreamed of. Sometimes, pain becomes the beginning of something beautiful.
Would you be able to forgive infidelity, or would you choose a new path?
