My husband and I had been living together for three years, but we didn’t have children. Doctors said there was no issue on my end, but my husband didn’t want to start a family.
One day, he confessed that he had another woman in his life, and it turned out she was pregnant. I no longer wanted to save our relationship. I couldn’t work in that state and wanted to take a break. On my way home, I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore.
Suddenly, I noticed a little boy who was also crying. He told me he had run away from home and didn’t want to go back because his mom was involved with different men and expecting a child with one of them. I shared my own reasons for crying and invited the boy for some tea. I told him that he needed to go back to his mom, who could change her ways. While I was washing my hands, the boy was looking at the photos of my husband and me on the wall.
And it turned out, the man his mother had an affair with was my husband. To say I was shocked is an understatement. I asked where the boy’s father was, and he said he lived with his grandmother in the village. I decided to take the boy to his father. I explained the whole story to my husband, and he was happy to take care of his son. I went to see the boy’s mother.
I told her everything and said that if she opposed the idea of the boy seeing his father, I would tell my husband the truth. She agreed. Years passed, and my husband and I got married, and now we’re expecting our own child. I’m very happy.
