Eight months pregnant with the miracle baby doctors said i’d never have, i watched my husband walk into my baby shower hand in hand with his twenty-two-year-old mistress.

regret.

“I don’t expect forgiveness,” he said.

“I know.”

“I only wanted to apologize.”

For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

Then he added quietly:

“I was a terrible husband.”

Tears filled his eyes.

“And a terrible father.”

I looked at him carefully.

People can fake confidence.

They can fake charm.

But genuine remorse is harder to imitate.

“Why now?” I asked.continue reading …