My Husband’s Affair Broke Me

When I was seven months pregnant, my entire world collapsed. That was the day I discovered my husband was cheating on me. The betrayal hit me like a physical blow — sharp, breath-stealing, and devastating. My first instinct was to file for divorce immediately, to cut him out of my life before the wound got any deeper.

I was crying nonstop, barely able to think straight, when my dad quietly knocked on my bedroom door and came in to sit beside me.

He spoke gently, as if choosing every word with care. “You should stay with your husband for the sake of your baby,” he said. “I also cheated on your mom when she was pregnant. It’s just male physiology, it doesn’t mean anything.”

I froze. I had never imagined my dad — the man I trusted more than anyone — saying something like that. The shock of his confession almost overshadowed the pain of my husband’s betrayal. I didn’t know what to say. But after the initial disbelief faded, I found myself thinking about my baby, about the stress my body was already under, about how fragile everything felt