I’m Pregnant By A Married Man — But His Wife Taught Me A Lesson I’ll Never Forget

I moved out of the apartment he helped me rent. I got a new number. I blocked him on everything.

And I cried. Every day for a week. I felt stupid. Used. Heartbroken. And pregnant.

I thought that would be the end of the story.

But then, two weeks later, I got another call.

It was Selina.

I didn’t want to answer, but I did.

“Don’t hang up,” she said. “I’m not mad. I just want to talk.”

We met at a coffee shop. Neutral ground.

She looked… lighter. Tired, but freer.

“I left him,” she said, just like that. “Filed the papers. I should’ve done it years ago.”

I blinked. “Really?”

She nodded. “Seeing you… hearing your side… it made me realize how many people he’s been hurting. Not just me. Not just our kids. You, too. I let it go on because I was afraid of starting over.”

“I know how that feels,” I said quietly.

She sipped her coffee. “I want to ask you something. You can say no.”

I waited.

“I’ve started a support group. For women who’ve been lied to. Manipulated. Left behind with kids, or pregnant and scared. I think you’d be great at helping. Your story could really mean something.”

I didn’t know what to say at first.

“I’m not exactly proud of my story,” I said.

“Neither am I,” she said with a sad smile. “But it’s not about pride. It’s about helping other women not make the same mistakes. Or at least helping them feel less alone.”

I agreed to attend one meeting.

Just one.

But I kept going.

I met women who’d been through worse. Women who had no one. Who got pregnant and were left on their own. Who married men who changed overnight. Who thought they were the only ones.

We cried together. We laughed. We healed.

And slowly, I started to forgive myself.

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