I nodded.
“I’m pregnant,” she said.
“When you told me about the affair, I already knew. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to leave. But then I thought about the life growing inside me—our child. I couldn’t let anger be the first thing this baby felt. So I chose love. I don’t know if I’ve forgiven you. But I knew hate would destroy me. I chose peace—for me, for the baby, and maybe, one day, for us.”Continue reading…