The day my son was born should’ve been the happiest, but my husband Ethan’s words shattered me: “Are you sure this one’s mine?” After 20 years of infertility and treatments, I never expected such betrayal.

Ethan had grown distant over the years—late nights, secret calls—but I ignored it, focused on having a baby. When I finally gave birth, he accused me of cheating, claiming his mother had “proof.”

Devastated, I sought help from a private investigator, Lydia. What she uncovered shook me: Ethan had another family with three kids and had been sabotaging my fertility treatments. For 20 years, he drained my inheritance to support his double life.

Furious and heartbroken, I filed for divorce. Ethan left with nothing but a small payout, while I kept my house and businesses. Now, my focus is on my son, Liam. I vowed he’d grow up surrounded by truth and love.