After fifteen years of marriage, I made a devastating mistake — I was unfaithful and decided to confess. My wife didn’t yell or curse; instead, silent tears fell as she grew distant.
Then, unexpectedly, she softened. She cooked my favorite meals, left kind notes, and smiled as if nothing had happened.
Her calm unsettled me. Each week, she said she had gynecologist appointments, and guilt made me suspicious. One evening, I finally asked why. She looked at me, serene and steady. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered. My heart broke — not from fear, but humility. Despite my betrayal, she had chosen love and forgiveness. That night, I vowed to change. Sometimes life grants second chances—but only if you’ve learned enough to deserve them.
