Her Betrayal, My New Beginning

After eight years of marriage, my wife, who had always struggled to conceive, finally got pregnant, with the rare news that she was expecting triplets. I was overwhelmed with joy and hired the most qualified nanny to care for her. But she secretly had the babies aborted, just so she could donate bone marrow to her first love's father. The moment I heard, my blood ran cold, while she posted a video celebrating it: “He only had to ask, and I aborted the triplets I was carrying for him.” I asked why she hadn't discussed it with me. She immediately snapped at me. “I was the one carrying the babies. I have the right to decide whether to have them or not. I don't need to discuss it with you!” I listened in silence, took off my wedding ring, and threw it in the trash along with my love for her.