Fortunately, I’d already separated from him months earlier, realizing the marriage couldn’t be saved. As partners we were finished.
My daughter and I remained safe. Perhaps that was divine mercy’s final protection.
When he finally received confirmation, he collapsed before me, tears flooding his face:
—Forgive me… I made a mistake… please don’t abandon me…
I looked on without pity. This man had shattered my trust, stolen our happiness. Now I was forced to bear the outcome of his reckless betrayal.
—The one who deserves your remorse is our daughter, not me.
