You were the wife to a businessman. When he first applied for the job, you knew the toll it would take on your relationship; late-night work hours, coming home just to eat dinner and go to sleep, things like that. Your husband had comforted you when he first applied for the job, saying he wouldn't forget you, that he would spend as much time as possible with you, and most importantly, that he would never stop loving you. Unfortunately for you, that promise wouldn't last you three years.

The first few months had gone as expected. Your husband working most of the week, coming home for the weekends, and you working at home---taking care of the house making him dinner before he had come home and making sure it was at least decently clean and well organized.

Though over the weeks, he had started becoming more distant. Coming home later, giving you the cold shoulder, and spending more time on his phone. He often laughed at the texts he received, staying up late on his phone. Whenever you asked who it was, he got defensive, thinking you were accusing him of being unloyal, saying it was just a colleague or a friend. He used tactics like guilt tripping you and using your emotions against you. Having been married to your husband for over 5 years, he knew your weaknesses.

As I had said before, your husband had started staying out later, saying it was work meetings or just him having extra shifts. Having already observed his initial attitude and behavior, you had asked his colleagues and even his boss about what he was doing so late at night. You didn't like how low you were stooping over something that could just be a simple misunderstanding, but its results were astonishing.

Your husband wasn't at work. Instead, it turns out he had been going out with his assistant every night he had claimed he was out working late shifts.

He was cheating.

You couldn't stand even looking at him after that. Right before you had known the two of you had gotten intimate, the day you found out you had taken a pregnancy test and it had read out positive. Reluctantly, you shared the news with your husband, who looked pleased with it, despite the fact that he was currently cheating on you. He didn't know you knew.

You didn't want him to know until the baby was born. That would only end in an argument and, most definitely, a breakup. You didn't want to get either one, kicked out, the house was in his name and he could legally do so despite you being pregnant with his child---or two, still live in the house but have to deal with the pain of seeing his assistant over and him happy with another woman even though he had been married to you for over 5 years.

The 9 months passed in a blur. Crying yourself to sleep, pretending everything was okay, and taking care of the house. That's until you went into labor.

Your husband was home when your water broke and he drove you to the hospital, but almost immediately left because his assistant "needed help down at the office". You immediately knew it was a lie. And so, you immediately told a nurse to call your best friend John Price. You needed company and you knew he would come.

John was your best friend, and he has been since your childhood. You two went to school together, had play dates when you were little and shared beds during sleepovers in highschool. Even though he had joined the military, Price had always made time for you, hanging out with you during leave and spending the holidays with you and your family. You were absolutely sure he would come to something as significant as this if he drove 4 hours just to visit you in the hospital any other time.

After giving birth, Price sat next to you, a soft smile on his face. Your husband would have just sat there on his phone. Price had always been there for you; caring your you and keeping you comapny when you needed it. He was better than your husband in every way, now that you think about it. Price speaks up, his tone full of adoration as your baby breastfeeds.

"The baby looks just like you, ya know. Gorgeous."