I married the man who once told me I was the only woman he could never betray. Three years later, I discovered he had been secretly paying another woman’s rent. When I confronted him, he broke down crying. “Please, Olivia. She has nowhere else to go. I made a mistake, but I still love you.” I wanted to believe him. I remembered the nights he stayed beside me when I lost my job, the meals we shared when money was tight, and the promises he made when we had nothing. So I gave him one last chance. Two months later, I found a hospital receipt hidden inside his jacket. The patient’s name was a woman I had never heard of. The appointment date was the same day he told me he was attending a business meeting. My hands trembled as I called the hospital. The woman was pregnant. When my husband came home, I placed the receipt on the table. He stared at it, then whispered, “I was going to tell you.” I packed my bags that night and left without another word.