The day my son was born should’ve been the happiest of my life, but

instead, it shattered everything. After 21 years of marriage and battling infertility,

I finally gave birth to a baby boy—alone in the delivery

room because my husband, Ethan, refused to be there.

When he showed up hours later, he accused me of cheating and

claimed the baby wasn’t his, saying his mother had “proof.”

Devastated and confused, I leaned on my best friend Lily, who

uncovered that Ethan had been visiting another woman. I hired a private investigator,

and what she found broke me further—Ethan had married me for my inheritance,

secretly fathered three children with someone else,

and even sabotaged our fertility treatments.Armed with evidence,

I filed for divorce. When Ethan tried to backtrack,

I confronted him with everything. He left with the papers and never came back. Weeks later,

the settlement was done. I kept everything, and my legal team began building cases against him and the clinics.

Now, all that matters is my son. I’ll raise him with truth, strength, and love—everything his father never gave us.