At the cemetery, I noticed a stranger who told me a terrible truth about my late wife
It had been exactly one year since I lost my wife. A year of loneliness, sleepless nights, endless “whys,” and trying to be both a father and a mother to our children. Honestly, it was awful. But people get used to everything – even to pain. I learned to live with it – for the children, for her memory. Tall, wearing a dark coat, with a cold gaze. He stood there as if he had been waiting for us. His face looked strangely familiar. — Who are you? — I asked cautiously. He didn’t respond right away. He looked at the children. Then at me. — Listen, — he said quietly. — I’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars. I couldn’t believe my ears. — What did you say? — I know the truth. It sounds insane, but… those children are not yours. He pulled an old, worn-out photograph from his pocket. My wife was in it… pregnant. And standing next to her was him. — I was with her before you. She left me because I cheated on her. She never told you. Because it was better that way – for everyone. — What are you talking about? These are my children — I whispered. — No, she was already pregnant when she started seeing you. I stood there in shock, unable to comprehend. I felt deceived and betrayed. The woman I loved had lied to me all this time, and I had been raising someone else’s children. And now… what am I supposed to do?