I returned home, bursting with excitement, only to witness my husband’s infidelity firsthand. The girl nestled in his arms was none other than my student, Yolanda. He confronted me with a facade of righteousness. "You can’t have kids, can you? But don’t worry, Yolanda has kindly offered for you to be the child’s godmother. At least that way, you’ll have some claim to a kid. What more could you possibly want?" What he didn't know was that I was already two months pregnant.