
I’m Pregnant By A Married Man With 3 Kids
The moment Marcella whispered, “You’re the reason Daddy cries at night,” my world collapsed. I sat frozen in that café, overwhelmed by noise I hadn’t noticed moments before—the clink of cups, the low murmur of strangers. Dalia, his wife, didn’t yell. She didn’t make a scene. She just watched me—calm, piercing, heartbreak worn into grace. Her quiet…