After countless late nights and unexplained absences, I discovered a shocking truth about my husband, Jason. We met through our shared passion for tech, quickly fell in love, and dreamed of a future together. But gradually, Jason’s late work hours and distant behavior raised suspicions.

One morning, his phone revealed our savings were gone, drained into an unknown account. When I confronted him, he confessed to an affair with a coworker who was now pregnant. Her family had demanded money, leading him to empty our account.

My father, witnessing the confrontation, insisted on involving the police. Though Jason pleaded for forgiveness, the betrayal was too deep. I filed for divorce, realizing that, despite the pain, I was free to start anew.