“Sanz, I had a miscarriage. Just last night.”
Our relationship had always seemed stable, or at least that’s what I had believed. The only regret I carried was that we had been married for so long without having a child to call our own.
Then, on my birthday, I received the news that I was three months pregnant. When I held the ultrasound report in my hands, they trembled with excitement. I envisioned a beautiful surprise: hiding the report inside a cake and unveiling the joyous news to Sanz.
However, before I could even slice into the cake, everything changed. I stumbled upon the messages on his phone between him and Cassandra.
For three whole years, their contact had never stopped.
Sanz had sent money to her 99 times on PayPal. Last night marked the 100th time.
But this time, it wasn’t just any amount. He had transferred all of the savings we had carefully set aside for our baby to Cassandra.
At that moment, the joy I had been carrying inside me felt like a cruel joke. I was three months pregnant and excited about our future, but he had been cheating on me for three years. The betrayal felt utterly ridiculous.