**“So, we’re having two kids now…” he said.**

At the time, my younger sibling, who was a university student, was living with us. I actually started thinking that maybe my husband didn’t like coming home because of my sibling that our small apartment was too cramped, and he was overwhelmed by financial stress and responsibilities. So I arranged for my sibling to move out and live elsewhere. After that, my husband did start coming home a bit earlier, and things seemed to slightly improve. When our daughter was about three years old, I found out I was pregnant again. My husband didn’t seem very excited about it, but he did say something like, “Well, I guess we’re having two kids now. We really need to figure out how to get a bigger place.” Around the third month of my pregnancy, there was a knock at the door. A woman with long black hair and sharp features stood outside. To my shock, she introduced herself as my husband’s girlfriend. She said they had been seeing each other for a while, they worked together, and that he had promised to leave me — but hadn’t followed through. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing or seeing. I immediately called my husband. He hung up quickly, but rushed home. When he arrived, I thought he’d kick her out. Instead, right in front of me, he gently said to her things like, “What are you doing? I told you we can’t do this… let’s go outside and talk.” It’s painful to write this, even though it happened years ago. Please understand if I’m summarizing the story a bit — it still stings.