by Five weeks after giving birth to my daughter, Sarah, my husband Alex demanded a paternity test—shattering what should’ve been a joyful moment. He moved out, leaving me alone, while his family treated me with suspicion.
The test proved Sarah was his, but instead of apologizing, he justified his cruelty. Then I discovered secret messages between him and a colleague. That was the final blow.
I left with Sarah, filed for divorce, and secured our future. Now, we’re healing in peace. I’ve learned trust is fragile—and sometimes, leaving is the bravest choice.
