Expecting my second child, I dismissed the notion that the second pregnancy would be more emotional. Little did I know, the emotional rollercoaster was reserved for my husband.

My friend Ava, determined to get me out of the house, signed us up for a pottery party. Reluctantly, I agreed. Little did I know, this seemingly innocent outing would unveil a shocking revelation.

At the pottery place, we joined a group of women looking to relax and have fun. As childbirth stories circulated, one woman shared a tale about her boyfriend, Malcolm, missing the birth of their son to attend the delivery of his niece Tess on July 4th.

Ava and I exchanged uneasy glances, realizing the uncanny similarity to my situation. When I showed the woman a picture of Malcolm, Tess, and me, her confirmation sent my world spiraling. Malcolm had not only cheated on me but fathered a child with this woman.