The Regret of a Cheating Husband

inally pregnant, the doctor handed me a

nderson, only to be interrupted b

gloated, "getting the fun out of his system befo

died in silence while Anderso

ness and my vomiting on hormones, never

me a cake, tucked me into bed, and immediately left to

p a switch and return to our

hispering promises to his mistress

aimed to want so badly and left

play the role of the devoted

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f-satisfied smirk playing on her lips, ready to tell me she was my husband' s true love. My stomach churned, a familiar dis

with false sympathy as I approached. "Anderson

ating rhythm. Her smile stretched, showing perfect white teeth, but her eyes held a p

flat, holding onto the last shred of dignity

eing the other woman?" I asked, a

dened, a sign of her twisted triumph. It wa

d, a prelude to the impending devastation. The top picture was of Anderson, his arm wrapped arou

ls. I knew what they depicted; I didn't need to see it t

llow even to my own ears. "Anderson loves me." It wa

orner of the café. "I'm leaving." I needed to escape, to b

grip surprisingly strong. "Not yet, Hana. We're just gett

d on her finger. My heart seized. It was identical to the one Anderson wore, a

sn't accidental. This was a deliberate, cr

my throat. I sank back into my seat, my composure a

seemed to fuel her fire. "You're not reacting how I expected," she pouted, a childish petulance th

had the chance to tell you," she declared, her voice r

"But then... you got pregnant. He said it complicated things. It's why he needed his '100-Day Fa

Hana. A way to tie him down," she

seven years, collapsed into rubble around

ions hit me like a physical blow. He had told her. He

n moments, their shared dreams, painting a picture of a life An

on clients, the way he'd sometimes mumble Katlyn's name in his sleep and then pretend it was a dream. The hurried texts, the sudden "work trips," the excuses f

lion sharp pieces, each one piercing my heart. Th

, Hana. There's no love left. Not really,

m his escape," she boasted, pu

ore he 'responsibly' returned to his marriage. But I won't let him go that easily," she declared,

all faded into a muffled hum. Only one phrase echoed

d simply shut down, trying to process

each revelation, was like a dull knife twisting in an already festering wound