The Man of My Dreams Left His Wife for Me, But I Never Imagined How It Would All Backfire on Me

The man of my dreams left his wife for me, but I never imagined how everything would turn against me.

I had admired him since university. You could say it was unconditional lovenaive and blind. When he finally noticed me, I lost all sense. It happened a few years after graduationwe ended up working at the same company. After all, we had the same degree, so it wasnt unusual. But I believed it was fate.

He seemed like the man of my dreams. And in my youth, I didnt mind that he was already married. I had never been married myself and didnt know what it was like to see a marriage fall apart. So when Edward chose to leave his wife for me, I felt no guilt. Who would have thought it would bring me so much pain? People say its trueyou cant build happiness on someone elses misery.

When he picked me, I was on cloud nine, ready to forgive anything. The truth was, in daily life, he wasnt the prince he appeared to be in public. His things were always scattered around the house, and he outright refused to do the dishes. All the chores fell on my shoulders. But at the time, I didnt care.

He quickly forgot about his previous marriage. They had no children, and it turned out the union had been pushed by her parents. With me, it was differentor so he told me.

My happiness was short-lived because everything changed when I got pregnant. At first, Edward was thrilled about the baby. We even threw a big family celebration. Everyone wished us love and health for our child.

That evening remains one of my fondest memories. I regret nothing when I think of it. But from that moment, my blind love began to fade.

The bigger my bump grew, the less I saw of Edward. I went on maternity leave, so we only met late in the evenings. He stayed at work more often, attending company parties. At first, I didnt mind, but soon it exhausted me. Household tasks became harderI couldnt even bend down to pick up his socks.

During that time, I often wonderedhad we rushed into having this child?

I knew feelings could cool, but I didnt expect it to happen so fast. Edward still brought me flowers and chocolates, but all I wanted was for him to stay by my side.

Soon, it became clear he wasnt at those parties without reason. Colleagues mentioned over coffee that a new young employee had joined our department. Staff shortages were already bad, and when I went on leave, it got worse. The irony.

I wasnt sure if it was about her, but my husband was definitely seeing someonehe had no free time left. Either he was working, in meetings, or at another company event he “couldnt miss.” One day, I found a note in his jacket pocket, signed with initials I didnt know. I dont know why, but I put it back and pretended Id seen nothing.

It was terrifying being alone in my seventh month, while my husband complained Id become too moody. Every argument ended with his disappointed sigh. Somehow, I knew if I brought it up, Id end up alone. The fear of losing him was so overwhelming I couldnt think of anything else. They say if you fear something too much, it will surely happen.

No matter how charming Edward had been, he was no true gentleman. The worst words I ever heard were: “Im not ready for a child.” And: “Theres someone else.” I dont even remember how he said itbut in that moment, I felt like I was losing my mind.

I never expected to find the strength to file for divorce. He certainly didnt expect me to stop tolerating his behaviour. And he definitely didnt expect me to throw his things out the next day. At least the flat was rentedwe didnt have to split it.

“But what about the baby? Think of the child. How will you manage?”

“Ill figure it out. Ill work from home. Besides, my parents have offered to help for ages. My mother always said he was a womaniserI should have listened.”

Responsibility for my unborn son gave me courage. Alone, I wouldnt have dared to leave.

But I also realised I didnt want to raise my child with a father like him.

His betrayal was so vile, I wanted nothing more to do with him. It was like a veil had been lifted from my eyes.

The first few months after the divorce, including the birth, were incredibly hard. I moved back in with my parents, who were overjoyedespecially my grandparents, whod always wanted a grandchild. I wont say I didnt miss Edward, but I tried not to think of him. Deep down, I knew Id done the right thingthat I could give my son the best life possible.

And then, out of nowhere, he reappeared.

It seems Edward regrets everything. He wants to know his son. But do I want that? Or should I move to another city instead?