Pregnant? After everything I’d done?
She went on. “When you told me about the affair, I already suspected. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to leave. But then I thought about the life growing inside me — our child. I couldn’t let anger be the first thing this baby felt.”
I couldn’t speak.
She rested her hand on her stomach. “So I chose love. I don’t know if I’ve fully forgiven you. But I knew hatred would destroy me. I chose peace — for myself, for our baby, and maybe someday, for us.”
I reached for her hand. She didn’t pull away.
In that moment, I saw her differently — not as the woman I had hurt, but as someone stronger, wiser, transformed.
