It felt as if the ground had been ripped from under my feet, my world spinning into disbelief. The man I had trusted so completely had been unfaithful and fathered a child with another woman. The reality of his betrayal overwhelmed me, and anger surged through me as I recoiled from the old woman’s outstretched arms. “Leave!” I snapped, my voice sharp with hurt. “My husband would never cheat on me. You’re lying!”
But as the words left my lips, seeds of doubt began to take root. Secrets and betrayals seemed to hide behind the facade of our perfect marriage. Unable to bear the weight of my grief, I retreated to my car, looking for an escape from the suffocating atmosphere of the cemetery. Yet, before I could drive away, I heard a faint cry, just barely audible above the whispering wind.
Looking back, my heart pounded as I saw the abandoned baby lying in the grass beside my husband’s grave. At that moment, everything crystallized. The old woman’s words carried a painful truth, shattering the denial that had veiled my heart.
