Five weeks ago, I gave birth to my daughter, Sarah—a moment meant to be joyful. But instead, my husband, Alex, accused me of cheating. “Is she even mine?” he asked coldly in the hospital, demanding a paternity test. Despite my reassurance, he didn’t believe me.

When we got home, Alex left to stay with his parents. I was alone with a newborn, supported only by my sister, Emily. Then his mother called, warning me, “If Sarah’s not his, you’ll get nothing.” I felt betrayed and humiliated.

Two weeks later, Alex returned with the test results: Sarah was his. But instead of apologizing, he blamed the stress. Emily, holding Sarah, told him to leave. He did. His mother called again to scold me—I ignored her.

Later, Alex came back asking for another chance. I reluctantly agreed, but something had changed. One night, I checked his phone and found secret messages with a colleague. The final betrayal.

I called a lawyer and left with Sarah. When confronted, Alex denied it—until I showed him proof. In the divorce, I kept the house, car, and ensured Sarah’s future.

Now, we’re healing. “Trust, once broken, is not easily repaired.” Sometimes, walking away is the strongest choice.