So when he mocked that fear, especially during pregnancy, something inside me snapped. I locked myself in the bedroom and called my dad. Within ten minutes, he picked me up. Daniel barely reacted. The next morning, I called a lawyer and filed for divorce.
Daniel’s been apologizing ever since, but I can’t unhear his laughter. Some say I overreacted—but I say trust, once broken, is hard to rebuild. My priority now is my baby and my peace.
What would you have done?