At that moment, it felt like the sky had collapsed. My chest tightened and I nearly blacked out from the rage and betrayal.
I didn’t confront Tom. Instead, I returned to the hospital bed and cried silently. I cried for the baby I couldn’t protect. I cried for all the sacrifices I’d made, sacrifices that now felt meaningless. Tom had betrayed me.
I finally understood what people meant when they said, “When men get rich, they turn bad.”
The Tom I once knew—the man I fell in love with—was gone.
After our wedding, he often stayed out late, claiming he was busy with work. At first, I believed him. I even worried he was overworking himself and reminded him to take care of his health.
It wasn’t until Lori began sending me taunting messages every few days that I realized he was cheating. That was when I first thought about leaving him. But I didn’t. I clung to the love we had shared and the hope of a future with the child I was carrying. So I endured, waiting for the right moment to confront him—after the baby was born.
I never imagined that, only three months into my pregnancy, I’d lose my child because of his treachery. At that moment, all the hope I had for him vanished. As I looked at Tom, still pretending to be the caring husband, his hypocritical face filled me with nothing but disgust. It was then that I made my decision.
“Tom, let’s get a divorce,” I said coldly.
Tom and I grew up in the same orphanage—we were childhood sweethearts.
From a young age, we experienced the harshness of the world, learning that we could only rely on each other.
His grades were much better than mine. After middle school, I took up odd jobs at the market, earning money to pay for his tuition.
There were times when he wanted to quit school, unwilling to watch me struggle. He’d say he wanted to take me to the city so we could work in factories and earn money together.
I slapped him hard, leaving him stunned.
Gritting my teeth, I told him, “Tom, listen to me. Even if it kills me, I’ll make sure you graduate from college. I’ll always be by your side, waiting for the day you get a good job, rise through the ranks and eventually marry me in a beautiful wedding.
“Don’t worry about what people say. I don’t mind working as a fish cleaner, as long as you can finish college. So why should you?