For nearly six years, we nourished a long-distance love affair that transcended borders and defied time zones. Our enduring connection culminated in a joyous union that saw us tied in holy matrimony, promising to spend the rest of our lives together.

As fate would have it, we soon welcomed a beautiful addition to our family, our cherubic three-year-old son. Little did I know, our fairy tale would be marred by secrets and lies that would test the limits of my trust and love.

Within the first six months of our marriage, cracks began to appear in the facade of our wedded bliss. I discovered the unsettling truth that my husband had concealed a labyrinth of deceit and untruths. 

Confronted with this unsettling revelation, he would weep and offer apologies, pleading for my forgiveness. He swore that he hadn't intended to harm me, reassuring me of his unwavering love. Yet, back then, I possessed no concrete evidence to challenge his words.

In those days, my career shone brightly with a prestigious job that commanded a salary twice the size of his earnings. I hailed from a family of esteemed repute, and in many ways, I was living the life I had dreamed of. The only reason I married was love, a love that I had hoped would transcend all else. 

However, my husband's behaviour exposed a disconcerting immaturity and selfishness that left me astounded.

His words flowed with charm, yet his actions seldom matched his promises. It was a disconcerting revelation when I learned that he had lost his job due to allegations of sexual harassment in the workplace, a revelation that would shatter our fragile bond.

With our careers pulling us in separate directions, we lived apart, giving him ample opportunities to sow the seeds of betrayal. He confessed that he had embarked on a path of infidelity merely a year into our marriage, entangling himself with different women. 

Astonishingly, he confessed to a string of extramarital affairs, each spun with elaborate stories of our supposed unhappy marriage to elicit sympathy from his conquests. In fact, he even boasted to a friend about the vibrant life he led, indulging in numerous liaisons while his wife remained oblivious.

And now, as the truth unravelled, he sought to shift the blame squarely onto my shoulders. He declared that if I chose to leave him, I would be responsible for jeopardizing our child's future. The depth of his cruelty left me in a state of disbelief, grappling with a reality I could never have imagined.

I had been nothing but loyal to him, envisioning a future where we built our lives together, our love transcending all obstacles. Yet, a single evening of his shocking confession shattered my world into pieces. I yearned for it to be a nightmare from which I could awaken.

As a mother, I couldn't bear the thought of my child suffering the consequences of our fractured relationship. He confessed that those women had been nothing more than mere bodies to him, a revelation that tore at the very fabric of my understanding.

How could he harbour such a blatant disregard for the emotions and dignity of women? His actions had not only shattered my heart but turned my life upside down. I found myself picking up the pieces and starting anew, while he seemed to walk away without bearing the weight of his actions, shamelessly casting blame upon me.

Incredibly, he had already found himself a French girlfriend and chided me for being conservative in my reluctance to allow him to associate with other women. He decried the institution of marriage as overrated and revealed a choice that he had always possessed: to walk away whenever he wished. He had the choice of not marrying, not having a child, yet he deprived me of the life I had envisioned.

As I embark on the arduous journey of rebuilding my life, my heart aches for my child's future, still overshadowed by the spectre of this man's actions. 

The question lingers - how can he revel in happiness while we, his victims, endure the anguish he has wrought upon us?

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