“I don’t know who else to turn to.”
Her warm eyes urged me to continue. I told her everything: the pregnancy, Clay’s reaction, Margaret’s accusations, and my lingering doubts. By the time I finished, my tears were flowing freely again.
Mrs.
Green didn’t waste a second.
“Let’s figure this out,” she said with a firm nod, turning to her computer.
Her fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard as she pulled up Clay’s medical records.
When she finally looked up. “Emma, there’s nothing physically wrong with your husband. He’s fully capable of having children.”
“Then… why would he say he’s infertile?”
She sighed, her eyes full of sympathy.
“Maybe he didn’t want children. He lied to you.”
“All this time…” I whispered. “He let me believe I’ve cheated on him.
And his mother… She’s also been lying to me!”
Mrs. Green placed a comforting hand on mine. “I’m sorry, Emma.
You didn’t deserve this. You deserve honesty and someone who will stand by you.”
I left her office feeling both shattered and strangely relieved. At least, finally, I had the truth.
When I returned to George’s house that evening, his warm smile greeted me at the door.
“How did it go?” he asked gently, handing me a cup of tea.
I hesitated for a moment before sharing everything with him. His calm presence felt like a balm for my wounds. He listened without interrupting, his eyes steady and full of understanding.
“You didn’t deserve that.
But you’re stronger than you realize.”
His words stayed with me. Over the next six months, George became my rock. He was patient and kind during my divorce process, always there when I needed him.
We spent countless evenings talking, laughing, and rebuilding the pieces of my life. Slowly but surely, my heart began to heal.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges, George turned to me with a nervous smile.
“Emma, will you marry me?”
“Yes! Of course, yes!”
When our daughter was born, I held her tiny hand and felt a deep, unshakable peace.
Looking at George, standing beside me with that same steady smile, I finally understood what a real family meant.
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