That Night… I came home and laid beside my son. I held his tiny body close, sobbing silently. My daughter knew. She didn’t say a word. She gently pulled the blanket over me, then turned away and faced the wall. In the dark, I could hear my heart breaking. But in that moment, I knew… I couldn’t die. I had two children who still needed their mother. And after everything— I deserve a life that is not built on betrayal.