My 25-year-old son married a kind 23-year-old woman named Tina. They seemed happy, and when their baby was born, I believed their love would only grow stronger.

Then Tina quietly admitted my son had cheated on her — more than once. She even had proof. I was ashamed. That’s not how I raised him.

I apologized to her and told her I would support her if she ever chose to leave. But she forgave him again and again, hoping he would change.

Months later, my son called and casually said he was filing for divorce. He’d found someone “better.” Tina was left alone with a one-year-old, struggling to survive in a tiny rented room.

Then my son invited us to his new wedding.

When I asked why he cheated, he laughed. “Tina was great, but I deserve better.”

Something broke inside me.

On his wedding day, my husband and I went to Tina’s place instead. We helped with the baby, brought food, and gave her a few hours of peace.

When my son called demanding where we were, I said, “I’m with your ex-wife. You were a terrible husband, and I’m ashamed of you.”

He hasn’t spoken to us since.

Sometimes I wonder if I overreacted. But when I see Tina still trying her best, I know I did the right thing.