My name is Angelica. I met Tom in high school, and everyone thought we were destined to be together. From affluent families, we led a life of comfort and privilege. After college, we married, built a beautiful home, and had two wonderful children, Emma and Jack. Our life seemed perfect, filled with family vacations, elegant dinners, and social gatherings.

One day, we received an invitation to our high school reunion, marking ten years since we last saw our classmates. The night arrived, and we were excited to reconnect. Among the familiar faces was Sarah, an old friend. As we chatted, she proudly showed us photos of her children. I noticed that her eldest, Joshua, had a birthmark identical to Tom’s. A wave of nausea washed over me.

When Tom stepped away, I asked Sarah about the birthmark. With tears in her eyes, she confessed that she and Tom had an affair in high school. Sarah had become pregnant, and Tom’s family paid her to keep it a secret. Joshua was Tom’s son.

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Devastated, I drove home, packed, and confronted Tom. “Sarah told me everything,” I said through tears. Tom’s panic was evident, but I was done with his lies. I took the children and drove to my parents’ house, where they supported me through the shock and heartbreak.

Over the next few days, I prepared for divorce. It was painful but necessary to rebuild my life and find stability for my children. With my parents’ unwavering support, I began a new chapter, ready to face the future with resilience and hope.