The man of my dreams left his wife for me, but I never imagined how it would all backfire.
Id admired him since university. You could say it was unconditional lovenaive and blind. So when he finally noticed me, I lost my head completely. It happened years after graduationwe ended up working at the same firm. After all, we had the same degree, so it wasnt unusual. But I thought it was fate.
He seemed like the perfect man. And in my youth, it didnt bother me that he was already married. Id never been married myself and didnt know what it was like to watch a marriage fall apart. So when Daniel decided to leave his wife for me, I didnt feel guilty at all. Who knew it would bring me so much pain? People say its trueyou cant build happiness on someone elses misery.
When he chose me, I was over the moon and ready to forgive anything. The truth was, behind closed doors, he wasnt the prince he appeared to be. His things were always strewn about the house, and he flat-out refused to do the washing-up. All the chores fell on me. But at the time, I didnt mind.
He forgot about his first marriage rather quickly. There were no children, and the marriage, as it turned out, had been pushed by her parents. With me, it was differentor so he said.
My happiness didnt last, because everything changed when I got pregnant. At first, Daniel was thrilled about the baby. We even threw a big family party to celebrate. Everyone wished us love and health for our future child.
That night remains one of my fondest memories. And I dont regret it. But from that moment, my blind love began to fade.
The bigger my bump grew, the less I saw of Daniel. I was on maternity leave, so we only met late in the evenings. He stayed later at work, attended more company events. At first, I didnt mind, but soon it wore me down. The housework became harderI couldnt even bend down to pick up his socks anymore.
During that time, I often wonderedhad we rushed into having this child?
I knew feelings could cool, but I didnt expect it to happen so fast. Daniel still brought me flowers and chocolates, but all I wanted was for him to be there.
Soon, it became clear those company parties werent innocent. Colleagues casually mentioned a new young hire in our department. With staff shortages and me on leave, the situation was dire. How ironic.
I wasnt sure if it was her, but my husband was definitely seeing someone elsehe had no free time left. Either he was working, at a meeting, or at another company event 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 decided to pretend I knew nothing.
It was terrifying being alone in my seventh month, while my husband complained Id become too moody. Every argument ended with his disappointed sigh. Somehow, I knew that if I brought it up, Id end up alone. The fear of losing him was so overwhelming, I couldnt think straight. They say if you fear something too much, itll happen.
For all his charm, Daniel was no 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 it, but in that moment, I felt like I was losing my mind.
I never thought Id have 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 rentedno need to split it.
*”What about the baby? Think of the child. How will you manage?”*
*”Ill figure it out. Ill work from home. My parents have offered to help for ages. Mum always said he was a womaniserI shouldve listened.”*
Maybe responsibility for my son gave me courage. Alone, I wouldnt have dared.
But I also realisedI 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 a veil had been lifted.
The first few months after the divorce, including the birth, were brutally hard. I moved back in with my parents, who were overjoyedespecially my dad, whod always wanted a grandson. I wont say I didnt miss Daniel, 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 came back.
Turns out Daniel regrets everything. He wants to know his son. But do I want that? Or should I just move to another city?
