I thought my husband and I would be together until death do us part like our vows said, but I discovered a horrible secret he was hiding. The truth about his double life was exposed by our little daughter, forcing me to make sure he could never hurt me again.
Mark and I were married for seven years. I was thirty-four, a graphic designer who freelanced from home, and up until recently, I thought our marriage was perfect and unshakable. Everything changed for the worse on the night of his promotion party.
Colleagues at an office party | Source: Pexels
Mark and I were “that” couple — the kind others liked to compare themselves to at brunch. The ones who seemed effortless. He’d reach for my hand while I stretched out for the ketchup, holding hands like newlyweds at the grocery store!
We’d laugh at the same punchlines quite often, finish each other’s thoughts, and never run out of things to talk about! And even during rough patches, we found our rhythm again like muscle memory!
Colleagues at an office party | Source: Pexels
Mark and I were “that” couple — the kind others liked to compare themselves to at brunch. The ones who seemed effortless. He’d reach for my hand while I stretched out for the ketchup, holding hands like newlyweds at the grocery store!
We’d laugh at the same punchlines quite often, finish each other’s thoughts, and never run out of things to talk about! And even during rough patches, we found our rhythm again like muscle memory!
A happy pregnant woman | Source: Pexels
When Sophie came along, everything realigned! She was the thread that tied all the loose ends back together! I finally had a perfect little girl for what I believed was a perfect little life. But I couldn’t have anticipated what happened next.
Our daughter was four then, bright, curious, and honest to a fault! She liked orange juice without pulp and always announced when she needed to pee, even in the middle of church!
