Lydia uncovered everything: Ethan had married me for money, siphoned funds from my inheritance, and had three children with another woman. Even worse, he had sabotaged our fertility treatments—I spent years blaming my body, never suspecting him.
When Ethan returned days later, full of fake apologies, I confronted him. He had no words when I mentioned his other kids. I handed him the divorce papers.
Two weeks later, the divorce was finalized. He left with very little. I kept everything—my home, my businesses, and most importantly, my dignity.
As I rocked my son, Liam, I whispered, “You’ll never doubt your worth. I promise.”