I fell for a man who wavered between me and his ex-girlfriend, so I lied about being pregnant to secure him. He married me, and I soon became pregnant for real. No one suspected the ruse. Twenty-five years later, our life together has grown, and today, my husband said, “I’m so sorry…” His words hung in the air, hinting at a revelation. Perhaps he’s uncovered my long-buried secret, or maybe guilt over his past indecision weighs on him. Either way, our marriage, built on that
shaky foundation, has weathered time. I brace myself for his next words, wondering if forgiveness or confession will follow. Our children, born of this complex love, deserve the truth—but after decades, will it heal or unravel us? I wait, heart pounding, for the rest of his apology to unfold.
