MY HUSBAND IS GETTING MARRIED TO THE COLLEAGUE

I resumed work at my new workplace, only to find my husband’s portrait on my colleague’s desk.

Curious, I asked who he was. She smiled and said, “My fiancé! We’re getting married next month.”

I froze.....

With trembling hands, I showed her our wedding pictures.

Her smile disappeared. She apologized, explaining that my husband had told her he was single.

But what broke my heart was her next statement: “I’m sorry, but I won’t cancel the wedding.

Money has been spent, and I love him. I’m ready to become his second wife.”

That evening,

I confronted my husband. He didn’t deny anything.

Instead, he blamed me, saying I couldn’t satisfy him in bed and he was tired of our marriage.

I cried silently because there was something he didn’t know yet.

I was pregnant with his child.

Please, what should I do?

Should I tell him about the pregnancy or walk away without looking back? 💔😭

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