Later, while washing her clothes, I found a tiny hidden pouch sewn into her jumper. Inside was a delicate baby bracelet—with my name engraved on it.
Angela.
She had planned to name her daughter after me.
The affair hadn’t erased her love for me. And the truth slowly became clear—my husband had lied to both of us, chasing her and abandoning her when things got complicated. He destroyed our marriage and left her alone.
Forgiveness didn’t come all at once. It was a choice.
I chose not to let one man’s selfishness destroy two sisters.
Now she’s home with us—helping with the kids, rebuilding trust.
I lost my marriage. She lost her baby.
But we didn’t lose each other.