I only found out after my husband’s car crash, when the hospital needed a legal family member to sign.
Our marriage certificate was fake.
His real wife was Sofia—the “little sister” who’d called him brother for over a decade.
He once got a vasectomy for me, swearing I was all he’d ever need.
Then I saw him kissing Sofia outside his hospital room.
And heard her say, “I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a dad.”
Six years of marriage became a lie overnight.
I’m done waiting for him to choose me.
In two weeks, I’ll be gone for good.