"You’re mad, aren’t you?" he said, his tone softening as he sat beside me. "There was really an urgent issue at work. I came home as soon as I could, didn’t I?"
In the past, whenever he called me "honey," my resolve would crumble. I had been in love with him for eight long years before we finally got together. And during our marriage, I had always given in to him, bending at the slightest hint of his displeasure.
But after finding out I was three months pregnant, only to discover he had been cheating on me for three years, I was done. Exhausted.
Sanz noticed that I wasn’t reacting the way I usually did. He moved closer, his charming eyes searching my face for a hint of emotion. "I found a new fertility drug," he said eagerly. "If you take it, we can get pregnant again quickly. Let’s give it a try!"
Having a child had been his greatest wish for the last five years. We had tried everything, from medications to treatments, but nothing had worked. He had been desperate for a baby.
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. He still didn’t know.
“Sanz, I had a miscarriage. Just last night.”
Our relationship had always seemed stable, or at least that’s what I had believed. The only regret I carried was that we had been married for so long without having a child to call our own.
Then, on my birthday, I received the news that I was three months pregnant. When I held the ultrasound report in my hands, they trembled with excitement. I envisioned a beautiful surprise: hiding the report inside a cake and unveiling the joyous news to Sanz.
However, before I could even slice into the cake, everything changed. I stumbled upon the messages on his phone between him and Cassandra.
For three whole years, their contact had never stopped.
Sanz had sent money to her 99 times on PayPal. Last night marked the 100th time.
But this time, it wasn’t just any amount. He had transferred all of the savings we had carefully set aside for our baby to Cassandra.
At that moment, the joy I had been carrying inside me felt like a cruel joke. I was three months pregnant and excited about our future, but he had been cheating on me for three years. The betrayal felt utterly ridiculous.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Sanz jumped up from his seat, his knuckles turning white from the tension. He didn’t ask why I hadn’t confronted him earlier. Not a single question.