The man of my dreams left his wife for me, but I never imagined how everything would turn against me.
I had admired him since my university days. It was unconditional lovenaive and blind. And when he finally noticed me, I lost all sense of reason. It happened a few years after graduationwe ended up working at the same company. We had the same degree, so it wasnt unusual, but I thought it was fate.
To me, he was perfect. In my youth, I didnt care that he was already married. Id never been married myself and didnt understand the pain of a broken home. So when William chose to leave his wife for me, I felt no guilt. Who knew it would bring me so much suffering? They say its trueyou cant build happiness on someone elses sorrow.
When he chose me, I was over the moon, ready to forgive anything. But the truth was, in daily life, he wasnt the prince he seemed in public. His things were always strewn about the house, and he outright refused to wash dishes. All the chores fell on me, but at the time, I didnt mind.
He forgot his previous marriage quickly. They had no children, and the marriage, as it turned out, had been pushed by her parents. With me, it was differentor so he claimed.
My happiness didnt last, because everything changed when I became pregnant. At first, William was thrilled about the baby. We even threw a big family celebration. Everyone wished us love and health for our child.
That evening remains one of my fondest memoriesI regret nothing about it. But from that moment, my blind love began to fade.
The bigger my bump grew, the less I saw of William. I took maternity leave, so we only met late in the evenings. He stayed longer at work, attending corporate parties. At first, I didnt mind, but soon it wore me down. Housework became harderI could no longer bend down to pick up his socks scattered everywhere.
During that time, I often wonderedhad we rushed into having a child?
I knew feelings could cool, but I never expected it to happen so fast. William still brought me flowers and chocolates, but all I wanted was his presence.
Soon, it became clear he wasnt at work events without reason. Colleagues casually mentioned a new young hire in our department. Staff shortages were bad enough, but when I went on leave, things became critical. The irony.
I wasnt sure if it was about her, but my husband definitely had someone elsehe had no free time left. Either he was working, at a business meeting, or at another company party he “couldnt miss.” One day, I found a note in his jacket pocket, signed with initials I didnt recognise. I dont know why, but I put it back and pretended Id seen nothing.
Being alone in my seventh month was terrifying, and William complained Id become too moody. Every argument ended with his disappointed sigh. Somehow, I knew if I brought it up, Id end up alone. The fear of losing him was so great, I couldnt think straight. They say if you fear something too much, it will happen.
No matter how sweetly William had courted me, he was no true gentleman. The worst words I ever heard were: “Im not ready for a child.” And: “Theres someone else.” I dont even remember how he said itjust that I felt like I was losing my mind.
I never expected to find the strength to file for divorce. He certainly didnt expect me to stop tolerating his behaviour. And he definitely didnt expect me to throw his things out the next day. At least the flat was rentedwe didnt have to split it.
“But what about the baby? Think of the child. How will you manage?”
“Ill find a way. Ill work from home. Besides, my parents have offered help for ages. My mother always said he was a womaniserI shouldve listened.”
Perhaps responsibility for my unborn son gave me courage. Alone, I wouldnt have dared.
But I also realised I didnt want my child raised by a man like him.
His betrayal was so vile, I wanted nothing more to do with him. It was like scales had fallen from my eyes.
The first few months after the divorce, including the birth, were brutal. I moved back in with my parents, who were overjoyedespecially my grandparents, whod always wanted a grandchild. I wont say I didnt miss William, but I tried not to think of him. Deep down, I knew Id done the right thingmy son would have the best life I could give him.
And then, out of nowhere, he reappeared.
Apparently, William regrets everything. He wants to know his son. But do I want that? Maybe its better to move to another city?
