My Husband's Betrayal

Hannah

I thought my life was perfect, and my marriage was happy. Every woman must be happy when they have a good, caring, and handsome husband. And our marriage was blessed with an intelligent and handsome son. I felt proud and blessed to be his mother. Without realizing it, small cracks had appeared in our marriage long ago.

One day, an event tickled my intuition as a wife who had been dulled because I thought everything was fine and perfect. Afterward, lie after lie opened my eyes wider until I felt that true love was just a brag and no longer existed in this world.

The saying goes one lie will be followed by another lie.

And I witnessed with my own eyes the disgusting things they did repeatedly and not only that, another fact that was no less shocking almost killed me. I couldn't figure out how a man I had known for ten years could commit such a heinous act.

Was love easy to fade and disappear as pollen in the wind?

Disappointment and heartbreak sank me to the lowest point in my life. I felt like my world had been turned upside down a hundred and eighty degrees. The man I love had the heart to destroy a world that was perfectly intertwined.

I hated them so much that there was no room in my heart to forgive the betrayal they had committed for years, which they had neatly covered up.

I have been married to Jason Howard for seven years. We have a handsome son named Jensen Howard. Since becoming pregnant with Jensen, I stopped working for a well-known jewelry company in Riverford.

Jason was delighted with my decision because he was promoted to General Manager of a well-known car company in Riverford. He assured me that everything would be fine because we lacked nothing financially. Plus, before getting married, Jason had bought a spacious apartment for us to live in as a small family.

We were indeed a happy family at first.

Since Jensen was born, I have devoted my attention only to my husband and child, to where I forgot to take care of myself. I realized this when our family was invited to dinner by a community member in the apartment's neighborhood where we lived.

"Hannah, are you ready?" Jason called out from the living room.

"Give me a few more minutes." He made me panic.

I have finished putting on my makeup. It's just that I was not sure what to wear that night. I chose and tried on many dresses, but none of them felt right. All the dresses were old models. When I looked at my collection of handbags, which are few, it turned out that all the models were outdated, and some were even worn out and damaged.

From there, I realized I was too focused on my family, to the point of forgetting my own needs.

Because time was running out, I chose a black-collared midi gown. The